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Slechts Groot - 1
by Thexxxee (thexxxee@terpsi.org)

***

A married American beauty joins the staff of the most 
famous brothel of the 1960s and 1970s. She works there, 
and at the adjoining 'most secret brothel' of the era. 
Both work sites provide the girl with many emotional 
and physical changes. (M+/F, exh, wife, rough, prost, 
s&m, orgy)

***

PART 1

In late spring, the canals, the many little bridges 
that ribbed each canal into the distance, and all the 
walkways leading to and from were framed with blooming 
trees and flowers, a scene that deserved to have been 
painted by one of the classic painters. But this was 
Amsterdam, and such scenes had been famously recreated 
by many Masters, over hundreds of years. 

An extra little flower from America was a part of 
today's scene. Jaimie was central on one of the up and 
over bridges. There she was leaning upon a stone wall 
railing, peering onto the canal scene of barges. There 
was even a classic Keeshond, a Dutch barge dog, down 
there on one commercial boat. In total, a very busy 
route of commerce.

"Hoeveel voor een uur?" Interrupted her relaxed view of 
the waterway.

"Hoeveel voor een uur?" Again, from a sliver headed 
fellow with a matching silver beard.

Jaimie was confused. And, actually, it was many seconds 
before she even realized that he was asking something 
of her. And he was asking whatever it was, kindly, but 
with a noticeable self interest. That was particularly 
reflected in his face as he scanned Jaimie from head to 
foot. He twisted his head, as in puppy dog fashion, and 
asked again.

"Om fysieke liefde te maken. Hoeveel voor een uur?" All 
said with focus and precision.

Another man, who was between Jaimie and her husband 
Dave, intervened. He put his palm up to the man with 
the question, and addressed Jaimie.

"American?" 

Jaimie nodded quickly and with some relief that someone 
at least knew that she spoke English.

"He wants to know how much you charge. How much for an 
hour of sex?" 

"Me? Why is he asking me?"

"Well... oh, what is your name Miss?"

"Jaimie."

"Well, Jaimie, the RLD is less than a mile away, and, 
sometimes, the girls will come as far as over here for 
a break. He just thinks that you are one of the girls."

"He thinks that I am a professional whore?" And she 
looked down at her short black jacket, with nothing but 
legs extending from the bottom of the jacket to the 
lace up leather bootlets. She thought that this outfit, 
with the mini hiding beneath the jacket was absolutely 
nothing to be ashamed of. The length of the skirt and 
the exposure of the legs was ultra common. Every day in 
the USA and England, this type of outfit pranced up and 
down streets all day and night. It was accepted as 
either business or leisure clothing, as far as she was 
concerned. After all, it was 1970 now. And she was not 
limited to a grandpa and grandma type of archaic 
vision. With her initial anger calming, she began to 
feel that a weird kind of compliment had been given to 
her. And she needed to deal with the man asking the 
question. Her husband Dave was coming over to her, as 
she told her personal interpreter to tell that man who 
requested sex that she was flattered, but that,

"Uh, er, I am married.", and she held up her wedding 
band, so that the solicitor might see it.

Almost at the same time, the friendly interpreter was 
telling the man what she had just said.

And the man replied, "Hoeveel?"

"Jaimie, he still wants to know how much." And the 
interpreter, smiled upon seeing her exasperated face, 
then quickly turned around and in some, apparently, 
direct manor, terminated the other man's request for 
sex. The solicitor walked away with his hands up in a 
frustrated 'what can you do?' manner.

Dave arrived, just as the man was leaving. "What the 
hell just happened?"

"Oh, that man thought I was a professional whore. He 
was asking how much I charge for an hour And this nice 
man..." She opened for him to give his name.

"Kees (pronounced Kayes)"

"Well, Kees was nice enough to help straighten things 
out."

Dave never took any of what was reported as negative. 
Rather, with a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous 
smile he asked, "Well, how much?"

"Oh, you. With comments like that, Kees is going to 
think that we are awful."

Kees jumped right in with, "No, I think no such thing. 
I think that you are a young couple, full of energy and 
enjoying the fun of the moment."

Dave formally thanked him. And Kees said that he needed 
to leave. But before he left, he looked at Jaimie once 
more and gave her his card. 

"Should you two need income while you are here in 
Holland, I might have work for Jaimie at one of the 
clubs that I run. I say this, only just in case funds 
are ever needed.. It was very nice meeting both of 
you." And he walked away.

Jaimie was still more than a little aghast. "Wow, I 
won't forget being on this bridge "

"Ah, I kind of think that it was all pretty polite, 
and, well, up front and direct. Now I know how we can 
make money to fund the rest of this trip and travel 
even more "

"Funny. Funny." And she looked at the card that Kees 
left. 

The only sense that she could get out of the card was 
that it involved two different clubs at the same 
address. Strange, but the card was divided right down 
the middle, with a different club name separately 
listed on each side. But each side had that same 
address and same phone number printed out. She had no 
idea what it meant, but one club was called 'Aardbei 
Club' (Strawberry Club), and the other was called 
'Slechts Groot' (Only The Large).

So, one man sees this American and immediately wants to 
fuck her. Another saves her and gives her his card, 
just in case she wants to work in a sort of 'Venice of 
the North' city. Perhaps the action had something to do 
with the way this American looked? It was not just the 
outfit. If you peeled away the jacket, then the mini, 
you had a gorgeous woman. A perfectly balanced face of 
delicate features, topped by a feather hairdo of the 
day, ala Farah Fawcett, only jet black. An amazing 34B-
20-32 body that was toned by college cheerleading, and 
then, later, professional dance. She was used to 
attention.

She put the card in her jacket pocket and left the 
bridge with her husband. After some more sight-seeing, 
they arrived back at the little room that they had 
rented. That room was equivalent to an early hostel, 
and the basic part of a trip plan that was created over 
the last two years. They were making the most of it, 
using the room as a hub for many short range 
adventures. Amsterdam, alone, was enough to keep them 
entertained. But Kees just happened to be prophetic 
about the limiting factor. Indeed, the couple's 
finances were quite small. A low, but safe, limit of 
their funds would be met within the week. Then, they 
would only have enough for plane fare to the states.

Getting a local low pay job was an idea that Dave had 
last week. Then, the intention was that he be the one 
to do it. Such a job would stop the hemorrhage of funds 
and extend their stay. But he approached the quest 
without dedication; so, it was no surprise to either of 
them that the associated lack of effort assured his 
failure to obtain any job. 

Almost simultaneously, both developed a new curiosity 
about Kees's club offer. She pulled the card out, and, 
together, they looked at the address again. In the 
short time that they had been in Amsterdam, they had 
learned enough about the city to realize that the 
street was not that far away. The address seemed like 
it would be very close to the Red Light District. But, 
then, many restaurants and businesses thrived on the 
traffic generated within that entire section of town. A 
down the street, or around the corner, club could take 
good advantage of such pedestrian flow. 

She had never worked in a club; still, she knew some 
general information about clubs. Usually, there were 
many different jobs for a woman in a club: greeter, 
coat room attendant, waitress, even office and kitchen 
help were common possibilities. For a moment, she 
fantasized that 'dance' could be an added possibility. 
The type of low pay job did not really matter to 
Jaimie. She was never afraid to do her part. And she 
thought that, maybe she could be the one to extend 
their stay. 

Two Very Special Clubs

The evening adventure would be finding Kees's clubs. 
They could check them out and see if there might be any 
sort of real job for Jaimie. A quick snack in the room, 
and a clothes change for both, then off to the evening 
streets. Jaimie had fluffed her hair up, and replaced 
the jacket with a longer silver dress coat which had a 
white rabbit fur collar. Under it, for nightclub flair, 
she had on a little blue mini. It had six tiers of 
tassel like fringe that started under her breasts, and 
went from that point down to the hem. 

The effect was to swish around in the air, with her 
slightest movement. The skirt's length was 14 , but the 
last tassels extended it all the way down to 16 . Her 
earrings matched, as they were single blue tassel 
designs. Then, the bare legs went on down to the blue 
wide based 4 heels. It all had a nice go-go look of the 
era. She looked sharp enough for any upscale nightclub.

Searching for the address took them straight into the 
Red Light District. Rather than dampen the quest, that 
fact actually increased their curiosity. In all their 
daily activities, they shared youth, inquisitiveness 
and an acceptance of the many cultural differences that 
might be possible. This evening's limited quest seemed 
to be an exact fit with their definition of a fun 
exploration. After walking past many shops, many other 
pedestrians, and many prostitutes, they found the 
address.

They stood in front of an old three story row house. 
This complex was unusual, since it was, at least, four 
units wide. There seemed to be lighting and activity 
all along that width and through every level of its 
height. One tall double door entry was positioned 
central. Above the entry were two separate signs. One 
read "Slechts Groot" and the other, "Aardbei Club". So, 
they had found them. It was not what Jaimie was 
expecting. 

Still, the building had more prominence than any other 
within the block, and there certainly was activity 
within. The voices and music carried beyond that 
entrance, and into the street. The doorman was tall, 
stocky, and dressed with a checker jacket and thin tie. 
Evidently, these clubs were private, for the doorman 
was closely inspecting a certain card that was always 
in the possession of anyone who might be attempting to 
enter.

All that Jaimie and Dave could show to the doorman was 
the business card that Kees gave to Jaimie. He looked 
at the card, nodded his head in some sort of approval 
and actually winked at Jaimie. She somehow found that 
action to be in perfect sync with the other strange 
events of the day. He opened one of the doors wide for 
both to enter. And then he directed them to the rear of 
a central lobby. There were plush seats in variations 
of straight singles, lounges and even some circular 
ones that enveloped columns. Overdone clusters of 
ornaments and hung artwork finished up the space. While 
Jaimie thought that all furnishings were probably 
costly, she also thought that the lobby bordered on 
being gaudy.

As they walked straight through, they noted that 
swinging glass doors were on their right. They were not 
swinging at the moment. And they provided a crystal 
clear view into what was labeled the "Aardbei Club". 
The couple stopped and peered through into the 
atmosphere. There were a large number of men, perhaps 
25 to 30, each with his own table or booth, and each 
with his own beautiful girl. The girl was either 
sitting close to the man or sitting directly upon his 
lap. Most girls were wearing mini skirts and heels. 
Very sharp outfits. Some girls had on less clothing. 
Those wore variations that included, blouses, thongs 
and heels, just thongs and heels, and some who only had 
heels. Dave was smiling, and appeared very happy. 
Jaimie was startled. 

Kees had been notified by the doorman, and was coming 
from his back office to meet them. He noted them 
looking into Aardbei, and the surprise on both of their 
faces was obvious to him.

"Jaimie and Dave, I am so glad that you decided to drop 
by. Oh, and I see that you have already looked into my 
Aardbei Club. Let's see, in English, it would be 
'Strawberry Club'."

With no sound coming from either Jaimie or Dave, he 
continued, "I can also see that I need to talk with you 
both in my office. To, at least, explain a few things 
to you. So, come on back with me."

Jaimie started toward Kees, then, realizing that Dave 
was not moving, she reached back and grabbed him. Hand 
in hand, they followed Kees to his office. Once there, 
he asked them to sit and be comfortable, while he 
explained.

"I did not think that I would ever need to explain my 
business to you. As much as I hoped that you would drop 
by, I had resigned myself to our brief encounter today. 
But, you are here And, now, I must admit that I am only 
slightly different from the man who wanted you today at 
the bridge."

Jaimie knitted her brow and now focused closely on 
every word that Kees was saying. Dave did the same, but 
without the knitted brow.

"I also noted your beauty, today, Jaimie. I was 
contemplating how to slip you my card, when the other 
fellow actually helped me do it. In offering work to 
you, I truly had no confirmation that you might need 
money during your visit to Amsterdam. But I knew that 
budgets frequently run dry, and just thought that I 
would cover the unlikely possibility."

Now that Kees could see that he had the attention of 
both Jaimie and Dave, he went straight to the truthful 
definitions.

"Aardbei is a men's club. In that club, the women are 
highly paid to entertain the men. And we obtain very 
beautiful women, as I am sure that you noticed. We 
always hope that they have a good time, while giving a 
good time. In reference to the men? They are screened 
well, and to maintain high standards, they must pay an 
annual fee that eliminates all but the most sincere 
and, perhaps, you would say, the most rich or best 
kept. We share that income with our girls, according to 
the number of men who she entertains."

He noted a quizzical look from both Jaimie and Dave, 
and decided to make it absolutely clear.

"How many men she has sex with."

The last shock was removed, and he was pleased that he 
still had their attention.

"It is not an ugly activity here. It is not a sin in 
our little world. It is pleasurable good business. 
Jaimie, do you like sex?"

"Uh, yeah, sure I like sex. But..."

"And Dave, do you like for Jaimie to have good sex? 
Have you ever had thought of her being with another 
man?"

Dave, in a rather matter of fact manner, "Yes, to both 
questions."

Jaimie took his answer and all of the other radical 
input, and processed it fast, but also as accurately as 
she could. She had once thought about whether she could 
have survived as an upscale hooker. It was only a 
fantasy, especially in the USA. But, here, in this 
place and time, and with this particular husband, there 
was an air of possibility. She, at least, needed to 
consider her fantasy once more. That she might be able 
to make a nasty fantasy come true, while gaining more 
than survival money? Well, that might prove to be the 
proverbial frosting. Now, she was able to shock Dave a 
little.

"Just how much do the girls make?"

Sensing a long shot success, Kees answered quickly, "In 
Aardbei, she earns a straight 50 guilder, about 72 
American dollars, per service. Sometimes that is earned 
within a very short period of time. " 

In showing a bright facial response, Jaimie also showed 
why she did so poorly at poker.

He smiled and covered the other extreme. "Sometimes it 
is earned after a sexual duty that is intense and 
lengthy. In all cases, the girl only need earn what she 
is comfortable earning. I never worry, for there is 
always a girl who is ready to earn her portion. It all 
averages out. There is no concern by either the member 
or the girl about price negotiations, which makes it 
all more enjoyable for both parties. The members are 
not to tip the girls. It is all a straight forward and 
a very clear service. It is up to me to earn the trust 
of the girl. If I ever error, I promise the error is 
always to pay the girl more than is expected."

Jaimie looked at Dave. He smiled real big, tilted his 
head and opened his eyes wide with a type of 'Well?' 
attitude.

Jaimie had a difficult time believing what she asked 
next. "Can you show me what it is like to work here? Is 
there a girl who can talk to me and politely explain 
what and how things happen here? I do have lots of 
questions."

Kees looked at Dave, who was still wide eyed and 
positive. Then he took immediate action.

"Of course, come with me. You too, Dave. Let's all go 
get educated."

***

He walked them back to the Aardbei Club. Jaimie now 
just noticed that there were solid doors across from 
the club. They were large, fancy, oak doors with 
carvings. She looked closer and could see that the 
carvings were all sexual topics. Above the doors was 
"Slechts Groot".

"Oh, that is the other club. What does its name mean? 
And what is it like?"

Kees paused, and contemplated how to approach the 
topic. He decided that the absolute truth was the best 
to start out with.

"It means 'only the large'. It has to do with any man 
who has a large penis, men who sometimes scare their 
would be partner, men who normally must be very 
cautious. The final effect is a man who must sexually 
restrain himself. I see that Dave has little sympathy. 
He almost laughs. But it is a real concern for a small 
portion of the population. The club allows them to 
relax and feel free to use what nature has given them. 
The sex in that club is more open, and, of course, much 
more intense." 

He looked into Jaimie's eyes, as if to try to lock in 
her attention and emphasize. "My girls who work there 
must be special. They must be able to and want to 
accept large penises and rough sex. The men must pay an 
annual fee that is more than three times what the 
Aardbei fee is. And the girls are rewarded that same 
multiple. Here."

And Kees opened the glass door to the Aardbei Club. He 
seemed very happy to take up the 'Strawberry' topic 
again. He actually wanted to drop the 'only the large', 
and not emphasize that narrow topic, rather to deal 
with the more general concerns that Aardbei addressed. 
He was still very unsure of any participation at any 
level by Jaimie; he had no desire to push his luck.

Before going any further into the 'social' area, Kees 
offered to personally take their coats. Actually Dave 
took off his own and handed it to the coatroom 'lady'. 
Kees helped Jaimie off with hers. Out popped her 64 
inch go-go look.

Of course, though the room was already filled with 
beautiful women, everyone's head turned her way. Her 
puffed up black hair, the bod inside that frizzy 
outfit, those long legs; it was all quite distracting. 
Kees had already thought of who should show Jaimie 
around.

"Angie. Come here for a moment, please."

A little redhead, with a completely nude creamy white 
body, told her guy that she would be right back. Then 
she popped up on her glowing green stilettos and headed 
toward Kees and his guests. Dave was impressed. Kees 
introduced both Dave and Jaimie, and quickly addressed 
the need for Jaimie to be shown just exactly how things 
go in Aardbei. He winked at Angie.

Angie grinned and extended her hand to Jaimie. "Come 
with me Jaimie. I would like to show you what the draw 
to Aardbei is all about."

Angie indicated they were going back over to Omar, the 
fellow who she had been with. Jaimie took Angie's hand, 
as if in a dream state. After all, this whole day and 
night had already been one big sex fantasy. She 
thought, 'Why should I bring it to a halt now?' And 
they did walk back over to the booth where Omar waited. 
Omar came from Afro Mideast mixed heritage, had a dark 
tan skin color, stood about 6 foot tall and had a 
medium frame body. He could not be more pleased that 
Angie was bringing another beautiful woman to his 
table. As the two girls were arriving at Omar's booth, 
Kees had decided to distract Dave in a major fashion. 
He called over a blond about the same height and build 
as Jaimie, to join Dave. She had on a black mini and 
black heels. Her name was Rhonda. She and Dave headed 
for their own booth. At that moment, Dave was quite 
distracted.

Angie introduced Omar to Jaimie. She told Omar that 
Jaimie was trying to get to know all about Aardbei. 

Omar pledged, "I would be most happy to help."

Angie raised the first digit of her right hand to his 
face, and gave him a rule for the night. "With me, 
Omar. With me. Jaimie is our guest. But, I am sure that 
you would not mind having her watch."

"Not at all. Not at all."

Angie had her left hand squeezing his crotch, as he 
stated his desire to cooperate. Angie turned to Jaimie, 
explained how Omar and Angie already knew each other, 
and that they had already planned the next part of the 
evening before Jaimie arrived. They would be glad to 
show her an example of the little rooms where the girl 
and guy could get more intimate. Jaimie was going with 
the flow of the evening.

"Sure. I promise to observe closely, in case Kees tests 
me later."

Angie laughed, took Omar by the hand, and walked him to 
one of the many doors along side of the lounge. Jaimie 
looked over at Dave as she followed Angie. Dave was too 
absorbed with Rhonda and what she was doing with her 
hands to even notice Jaimie leave. All three of Angie's 
party entered a room the size of a small pantry and 
closed the door behind them. Kees was watching from the 
bar. His face beamed satisfaction.

In the USA, the mattress on the bed within the little 
room would be called no more than a single. Maybe even 
just a long juvenile's mattress. It did fit in the 
room, and, at least, leave a few inches of space for 
the walk around it. Jaimie stood close to the lounge 
door as Angie took Omar around to the far end of the 
mattress. There was another closed door at that end of 
the room. Angie looked at Jaimie, then looked at Omar. 
She positioned Omar so that he was facing Jaimie. He 
seemed to immediately like that direction. Angie sat on 
the edge of the bed, in front of him, and began taking 
off Omar's clothes. 

Jaimie found herself immediately turned on by the 
exhibition. Soon she was staring at an Omar who had 
only briefs on. Jaimie was mentally helping Angie pull 
those briefs down. A semi hard penis flipped out. It 
was about two inches longer than her Dave. And it had a 
defined and very large head. Angie stroked it, and it 
got even larger. Jaimie felt very turned on. Angie 
decided to put Jaimie on the spot and get just a little 
kinky. 

"Hey, Jaimie. What do ya think of this?" Angie held up 
his now rigid penis.

Jaimie was not shy at that moment, and wanted to be 
complimentary. "I think that it is very nice. Very nice 
"

Omar's chest and penis may have both stuck out even 
more upon hearing Jaimie's praise. He was delighted.

Angie baited Jaimie a little more. "Is he bigger than 
your husband?"

"Yes. He is bigger."

"A lot bigger?"

"Yes. Y_E_S, a lot bigger.", said with an air of an 
embarrassing admission about the true difference. 

"Just wondered." And Angie plopped him into her mouth 
and began giving a truly professional blowjob.

She did that for a few minutes. But she could sense 
that Omar was too stimulated by the situation and the 
visitor. She took his penis out of his mouth and looked 
up.

"Whoa boy. Settle down just a little, or you won't be 
able to show Jaimie what is supposed to happen next."

And Omar did breath deep and try to relax just a 
little. He too wanted his control back. He certainly 
wanted Jaimie to see him fuck Angie. After a few more 
minutes of slow stroking, in order to only maintain the 
erection, Angie slid back on the bed, into a 
missionary, and with her head near Jaimie. From 
Jaimie's point of view, she was unable to see Angie's 
red labia spread on their own, like self opening 
curtains. She also did not see the large irregular 
opening between those labia. She did see all of Omar 
quickly disappear into Angie. 

Jaimie noted that the insertion was smooth, very easy, 
and immediately completed, even with the size of Omar's 
penis. She watched as many details as she could. Not 
even in college, had she been able to watch another 
couple so closely. She found herself in a moment of 
envy, as she watched a man, who was much larger than 
her husband, bang away at the woman. Jaimie really 
could not help but wonder what that penis might feel 
like, if it were stuck into her own pussy.

Angie came several times. And Jaimie saw cause for and 
believed in each one of them. It looked like a great 
workout for both Angie and Omar. Omar had her flip over 
and did her doggy for a while. Finally, he looked right 
at Jaimie as he unloaded into Angie. Jaimie felt the 
need to do something sweet, but, at the same time, 
sexy. Something that hinted of something else? All she 
did was lean over and kiss Omar on the lips. That 
seemed to send a shiver through him and up into Angie. 
It was good for one last spasm.

Jaimie watched Omar pull out of Angie. A bunch of goo 
dropped to the sheet. Both got up. Angie held a wash 
cloth over her opening, which, only by chance, 
continued to keep Jaimie from observing that Angie had 
a very large gaping pussy. Angie told Jaimie that she 
could go ahead back out to the lounge. But before 
Jaimie left, Angie wanted Jaimie to know what was 
required. That Angie was going to clean up a little. 
That the restroom was behind that inside door. And 
that, if Jaimie were doing all this, and wanted to 
douche, she would do that during this time period. Then 
Angie told Jaimie that the last thing she would always 
do before leaving is replace the sheet with a clean one 
from the cupboard and toss the soiled one in a bin just 
inside the small restroom.

"Just wanted you to get the rest of the picture without 
staying through it all. See you in a few minutes."

After Angie said that, Jaimie carefully opened the door 
and stepped into the lounge area. Dave was still in the 
lounge area with Rhonda. Rhonda had not taken Dave to a 
sex room. She was being as friendly as she could, 
without fucking the husband of another possible 
coworker. Rhonda knew that Kees did not allow the 
husbands to be there for free. Kees felt that, if Dave 
had the money, he could pay a monthly or annual fee 
like all the other members. Since he knew Dave and 
Jaimie needed money, Kees had no suspicion that Dave 
would become such a member.

Jaimie walked over to Kees, who was still sitting at 
the bar.

"That was very interesting, and, I guess you could say, 
educational." She smiled.

"Were you offended?"

"No. Angie was very nice, informative, and, well, they 
looked like they were having a great time during sex."

"Can you see yourself doing that? And getting $72 
dollars each and every time, in addition?" Kees tried 
to keep his tone neutral, and not let Jaimie know how 
much he would love for her to come to work for him.

"Funny, but I can see myself doing this. Angie made it 
seem so natural, so relaxed. Not at all what I thought 
it would be like. I really believe that I could make 
something similar happen for men." She smiled and 
looked confident.

"But would your husband feel comfortable with you 
having sex with other men, lots of other men?"

"That is a very good question. Dave and I have a lot to 
talk about. I cannot predict his reaction." She looks 
over at him joking and laughing with Rhonda.

"Jaimie, I find that I cannot let you leave without 
telling you that I would be honored if you would come 
to work here. If you two decide 'yes', then I want you 
to know that I would personally be here for your first 
work shifts. At a professional distance, of course. And 
that your first work would be a slow part of the day 
shift, so you can adjust."

"That all sounds appropriate. I just don't want to do 
anything, including becoming excited, until I speak 
with Dave."  

"Perfectly understandable." And Kees purposefully 
speeded up the couple's meeting of minds by going for 
Jaimie's coat.

Dave saw that, said goodbye to Rhonda, and went for his 
own jacket. Jaimie and Dave said goodbye to Kees. Her 
final communication to Kees was that she would 'let you 
know, either way'.

On the way back to the room, they discussed the 
proposition. Jaimie told Dave of what she saw Angie and 
Omar do.

The most immediate effect was that Dave became very 
turned on and fucked Jaimie several times that night. 
He could get another erection in short order, just 
fantasizing about other men fucking Jaimie. He quizzed 
her about what she was thinking when she saw Omar's 
penis. Her truthful answer just turned him on more. And 
it appeared as if Dave's hormones were going to make 
his decision.

Their joint decision was that Jaimie could try this, 
primarily because of the controlled environment that 
Kees had developed. That control, the rather fixed and 
traceable membership, its upscale clientele and their 
healthcare, possible support from, at least, some of 
the girls and a specific well organized work place were 
positive factors for both Jaimie and Dave. Those 
factors moderated what would normally be a scary and 
rather impossible activity for Jaimie. Once the 
decision was made, Jaimie allowed herself to finally 
get excited, very excited.

***

At noon the next day, Jaimie went to the phone at the 
street level and called Kees. Though a woman answered, 
Kees was there. Jaimie was pleasantly surprised that 
she 'caught' him at the business. But then he told her 
that he actually lived in that rear central section, 
between both clubs. So, she should always be able to 
'catch' him there. He seemed thrilled that the couple 
had decided she could try working at the brothel. He 
told her to drop by at 4:00 PM. As much as he liked 
Dave, he reminded her that she should come alone to 
work. Dress casually to get there, but bring hot 
outfits to choose from. Then, he admitted that the type 
of heels might sometimes be the only choice needed. The 
phone conversation ended with him telling her that he 
greatly appreciated the cultural distance that she was 
spanning.

A few minutes before 4:00 PM, Jaimie arrived at 
Aardbei. Kees met her in the lobby and showed her to 
the simple dressing room. He told her to put on what 
she thought was a sexy outfit, and that he had someone 
who he wanted to introduce her to. She put her curly 
black hair into two frizzy ponytails, put on a black 
sparkle top, a black mini and black heels. Kees came in 
to the dressing room just as she was finishing getting 
ready. He told her that he would be the one to show her 
around and get her started today.

Then he prepped her by saying that, in all his years 
there, he had learned that a new girl just needed to 
get past the fright, to get those first fucks done. And 
he walked with her into the lounge area. There were a 
couple of other girls there, and they were occupied. Up 
by the front booths were six men without women. Omar 
was one of them.

Kees acknowledged that Jaimie already knew Omar. Then 
he introduced a Turk, Jim, Bob, Harry, and Dave. Of 
course, this was not her husband Dave, this one was a 
quite different Dave. While Jaimie was shaking each 
man's hand during Kees's introductions, Kees was also 
admitting that he had invited all of them there to be 
the first ones with the new girl.

All the men seemed star struck, as Jaimie was standing 
there in exceptionally beautiful form. Out of the 
group, Kees acknowledged Omar first.

"Well, fellows, since Omar put in his vote yesterday, 
during Jaimie's first visit to Aardbei, he gets to be 
first."

And Omar extended his hand to Jaimie. She took it and 
walked with him to the very same small room where she 
had seen him perform yesterday. Once inside, he wanted 
to do the honors of unwrapping her. He unbuttoned the 
back of her top and pulled it forward and off. He 
massaged her perky breasts, and tweaked her nipples 
lightly, then sucked on each while he was unzipping her 
skirt and letting it fall to her ankles. She stepped 
out of the skirt and Omar went directly for her black 
thong. He carefully pulled it down, had her step out of 
it and tossed it across the room. He stood there 
rubbing up against her front as he held her tight butt 
cheeks.

She returned the favors by removing his shoes and socks 
first, his shirt next, then his pants and finally his 
underwear. Now that she could grasp it herself, she had 
extra admiration of his penis's size and hardness. It 
was a lot different to simultaneously see and hold such 
a penis. She began to breath heavier. She stroked, and 
it quickly finished filling to its maximum. She loved 
the feel of this penis. It was not Dave's, which, by 
itself, was a turn on. That it was bigger and harder, 
well, those were extra special turn-ons. His male 
curiosity made him ask,

"You say that I am bigger than your husband?"

"Oh, yes, quite a lot bigger. And harder, too."

And she started sucking on it. With her tongue, it was 
even easier to verify that Omar was big. She licked 
around the head and lubricated it well. Then he wanted 
to try it in her. He had her lay down in the exact 
location where he had done Angie the day before. The 
head was difficult to get into Jaimie. She was very 
tight. Omar, thinking of Angie, knew that Jaimie would 
be much easier to get into within a week or two. Jaimie 
had already cum during his entrance. She kept bucking, 
over and over, searching for still another orgasm. She 
thought that this was absolutely great. She did not 
dream that it could feel like this. Omar almost came 
quickly. He had to look away from this beautiful black 
haired woman for a moment, just to try to maintain any 
control at all. He kept sliding in. Jaimie could not 
believe that there was more to slide in. Omar was 
already at a much deeper point than Dave had ever been. 

But Omar pushed in another inch. He was as far as he 
could go. She looked so great to him, and she felt so 
great to him. 

He flexed and jerked his penis within her, "Hello there 
"

She giggled and arched, massaging herself up and down 
on him. They seemed to have a strong agreement that 
this was much better than a hand shake. That it was 
more personable, more physical, more everything. He 
rolled her over on her side and went deep into her 
sideways for a while. Then, he put her in his favorite 
'cum' position. He had finished Angie with a doggy type 
position. 

With Jaimie, he was slightly deeper when he readied to 
cum, for he had her advance the doggy position slightly 
and tuck her knees up under her chest, placing her 
beautiful flexing ass into a high rise. Then he watched 
that ass of hers very closely, as he speeded up. He 
made certain to take her right along, when he came. 
They both shivered and jerked. 

Omar's demonstration with Angie yesterday was not 
unusual in one respect. This was 1970 and few, if any 
men, used condoms. It was a luxury freedom of a pre-
viral time. Even bacterial infections were at a low 
during this era.

All that it all meant was: he could unload in her and 
fill her with his cum. This was another difference that 
she noted with Omar; unlike with Dave, she could feel 
Omar squirt her. That just made for a more shocking 
rhythm of breathing, twisting and giggling at the very 
end. He produced a good amount. As he pulled out, just 
as it had with Angie, some drained down her inner legs 
and some just gushed straight to the sheet. Jaimie was 
wondering how often it could happen, more importantly, 
how often it would happen, where the prostitute and the 
client could be so synchronized in their satisfaction.

While Jaimie finished up the room, she decided that, 
today, her lounge appearances would be as in stages of 
a strip off. So, for her next appearance, she put back 
on her top and her thong. Of course, her heels had 
never come off. And she popped back into the lounge. 
Omar was smiling, and everyone, including the other 
girls, gave Jaimie a round of applause. It acknowledged 
her very first prostitution. 

Ironic that the acknowledgment was the only time of 
embarrassment for Jaime. Her more serious thoughts were 
briefly about all the other millions of women through 
history, who at sometime prostituted themselves, even 
the many hundreds of millions, for whom marriage is, 
today, actually only a formally accepted prostitution. 
And she seriously concluded that she was extremely 
lucky to have such a very positive start. 

Walking up to the remaining five, she jokingly feigned 
the tiniest of bows. All five reflected approval of her 
reduction in outfit. As she arrived at the group, Turk 
and Jim felt it necessary to feel those butt cheeks of 
hers. And a simultaneous 'nice ' was the response to 
that look and feel. While Jaimie was fucking with Omar, 
the remaining five had drawn numbers. They just wanted 
to get sequence questions out of the way and provide 
some order to the fucking of Jaimie. 

The results of the drawing were: first Dave, then Jim, 
then Bob, then Turk and, finally, Harry. These men were 
dedicated to fucking Jaimie. They already committed to 
taking time off from whatever type of work that they 
were supposed to be doing, just so they could be a part 
of Jaimie's first day on her job. And next was a Dave 
who looked nothing like her own Dave.

Dave took her hand and they walked right straight over 
to another one of the many doors on that side wall of 
the lounge. Dave was white, very stocky, with not too 
much, but some abdominal girth. Stocky, along with a 
height of somewhere in the 6 foot 4 inch range, made 
him just plain large. Dave stripped off Jaimie's top 
and thong, and was very happy feeling her up 
everywhere. She and he both helped with the removal of 
his clothes. His penis was about the same size as 
Omar's. Maybe just a little wider, but also slightly 
softer.

Jaimie was thinking that she could really get into this 
job. Up to number two now, and she actually did not 
feel that it was a type of work, yet. Dave asked if she 
liked to kiss. She said sure. She would not reject some 
other signs of affection. Besides, they were going to 
share a lot more than saliva 

Dave and Jaimie fucked in several positions. After a 
total of 15 minutes, the last position was missionary. 
She carefully built with his intensity, and came with 
him. She thought, 'two out of two'. However, she 
admitted to herself that this fuck required her first 
professional planning and, perhaps what might be 
interpreted as the use of her dance timing. She was the 
one, so to say, that allowed them to 'end on the same 
note'. Dave did a minor personal clean up, kissed her 
again, and left for his own work. 

She did the bathroom visit, drained a lot, cleaned 
herself generally (certainly a lot more than Dave did), 
changed the sheet, put on her thong and entered into 
the lounge. She took her blouse over to the corner that 
was used for temporary drop off, and hung the blouse 
with the previously removed skirt. Then, she walked 
over to the remaining four, showing only her good form, 
a thong and a pair of nice black heels.

Jim was smiling, sort of bouncy, and just barely 
containing himself as she walked the last few steps. He 
grabbed her hand and twirled her as a supposed dance 
partner. This twirl was primarily to show off that body 
of hers throughout 360 degrees. He brought her out of 
the next fraction of a twirl, just in time to be headed 
toward one of the small 'fuck' rooms. Once inside, he 
almost mauled her from the top of her head to her feet. 

In fact, he slipped off her heels and pulled up her 
feet and legs, flipping her onto the mattress. She 
landed with her back on the mattress, just as he began 
sucking on her toes. Now, this, she thought was kinky. 
Kinky, cute, and it tickled Even though she was not a 
toe freak, well, not yet, she did appreciate this 
variation in introduction. But it did lead to the more 
expected form of sex.

He rolled off her thong and began to finger her 
strongly. She became quite alert and her eyes widened 
big time.

Jim liked working her bottom in several ways. Soon he 
had three fingers in her pussy and two fingers in her 
ass.

She was responding with heavy breathing, and, as he 
bent over her, she played with the hair on his head. 
Then he was able to get four large fingers into her 
pussy with one hand, and four large fingers into her 
ass with the other hand. She still was giving signs 
that it was quite pleasurable. Since they were free, he 
used the thumb of each hand to reach over into an 
opposite hole. He softly pinched and chewed her with 
his hands, using the thumbs as anchors to pull one hole 
towards the other. 

Jaimie was thinking that this must also be a form of 
kink. However, she enjoyed the massage and stretching 
very much. She even went along with the technique, when 
he got more powerful and pulled harder on the two 
holes. After sustaining that activity for a minute or 
two, he let go of her, and quickly took off his 
clothes. Her mind went 'wow', when she saw the long and 
thick penis starting to stick out towards her. What she 
was looking at might explain the stretchy massage that 
she had just received. Jaimie had no idea what the 
measurements of this man were (8.75 inches long and 2.5 
inches diameter). She only needed to know that he was 
very big, and that she had never had a man that big. 
Jaimie believed that was enough to know. A little pure 
fear mixed with a lot of desire had Jaimie opening her 
legs wide. She wanted to try this 

Vaseline was provided on a little shelf nearby. Jim's 
experience had taught him that, in his case, he needed 
to start with Vaseline, not use it after it was already 
needed. He put a little just inside Jaimie and then 
jacked himself with some more. Because of the nice 
prep, he was able to slide in smoothly. Jaimie's 
eyelids fluttered, her breathing became a series of 
pants, and her pelvis squirmed and twisted. 

With him only a fraction of the way into her, she came; 
the width was over stimulating to Jaimie. She even 
thought up a new phrase to try to explain its effect, 
'Absolutely sensually fantastic'. It was one of the 
moments, during that afternoon, when it was necessary 
for her to again remind herself that Kees was actually 
going to pay her, to have those sensations. 

He kept stretching deeper and wider. She kept cumming. 
Her voice had become rather loud. Even the recorded 
music in the lounge could no longer mask her sounds. 
She also bucked up and down on the bed, occasionally 
shaking the door that opened into the lounge. One of 
the girls in a booth near the door, suggested, in 
Dutch, that 'she does seem to enjoy her new job'. Her 
client agreed strongly.

Jim was having a great time getting there. To get the 
rest in, he began actual deep strokes when he was at 
about 75 percent into her. This all was so much more 
simple with the more experienced, more used, girls. But 
he smiled at her, when he had that thought. After all, 
this beauty was worth the extra time and the extra 
restraint. And being tightly stuck on Jim, well, Jim 
was not complaining at all. Another 5 minutes of 
stroking, and he buried it in her.

She lost control and began grinding down on Jim wildly. 
Up to now, Jaimie had no idea that she could even react 
this way during sex. But now she did know. She was very 
happy that she could reach such intensity. Very happy.

Other details that Jaimie did not know earlier included 
the sounds that her pussy could make. All the slurping, 
popping, snapping and more. She had never heard those 
sounds coming from herself before. And each sound was 
associated with an intense pleasure pain sequence, a 
sequence now happening so quickly that it all became 
sort of one big orgasm for her. Jim was stroking to the 
hilt now. 

Her pussy was stretched out more thoroughly inside of 
her than it had ever been. As well, her lips were 
spread wide, with constant tension on the remainder of 
her hymen and inner labia. All those internal rings, 
and more, stretched like taunt rubber bands. Jaimie 
interpreted it all as not just good, but wonderful. 
'Hope this guy becomes a steady customer of mine ' was 
a good example of Jaimie's thoughts at that moment.

She came another couple of times on her own. Another 
ten minutes later, and while in all the way and 
grinding her good, he came. He brought Jaimie along 
with him, for her major and final orgasm. He twitched 
inside her as he smiled down at her. She smiled back up 
and returned the favor with a little clench. 

When she came out into the lounge next time, she had on 
only her black high heels. Everyone in the lounge could 
now check out anything anywhere. For instance, one jet 
black small vertical bar of fur was the trimmed 
presentation just above her pussy. Sort of a tasteful 
presentation of old standards that were very modified 
to the modern times. As she walked to the remaining 
three men, she glanced over at Kees. He was still 
sitting on the same stool at the bar. He was just 
nursing his straight Cola and playing babysitter. He 
gave her a proud smile and a big thumbs up.Well, well, 
well, the boss was happy.

Bob was a fellow who was not much taller than Jaimie. 
Trim, with delicate features. He had been quiet every 
time that Jaimie encountered the group. Now it was 
Bob's turn. After they got behind the door, Jaimie 
found that Bob did not change He was still quiet and 
tentative. Jaimie quickly realized that she was in 
charge. She sat on the bed, and patted her hand beside 
her. He sat down. She hugged him, cuddled with him and 
slowly put his right hand to her breasts.  

After he was comfortable softly playing with them, she 
moved his hand down to her pussy. She grabbed his 
middle finger and folded back the others. Bob took 
responsibility for putting it in her, and getting a 
rise with the finger fucking that followed. She removed 
his shirt, and then, just as quickly went to his pants. 
They came off. Finally, she removed his briefs. His 
penis was in proportion, really only slightly smaller 
than what her husband had.

As he fingered Jaimie, his penis became erect. She 
stroked it. She would have eaten him, but he seemed to 
want to go quickly to the missionary position and fuck. 
He mumbled an admission to Jaimie. He indicated that 
her beauty had him all flustered. She grabbed him by 
the back of his head and pulled his face down to hers. 
She gave him an extremely sweet kiss, winked her right 
eye at him, and smiled. In five to ten minutes, it was 
over. Bob seemed very happy and said enough to confirm 
that he was. 

A quick guy clean up, and he left. Jaimie busied in 
cleaning up the room and herself. When she sat on the 
stool, she had the classic moment to think. During that 
moment, she decided that Bob was just an example of the 
famous needy 'john' who so many little stories are 
written about. She wondered about how many of that type 
paid for a special membership in such a club. The 
number really did not matter, because she felt 
comfortable dealing with such situations. But for a 
personally satisfying fuck, she realized that she would 
need 'more guys like Jim' 

And back to the lounge she went. Two guys were left. 
Turk and Harry. Turk was supposed to be next. But 
Jaimie really did not understand that the so-called 
drawing was slightly fixed. Indeed, most names were in 
a sort of order. But the order was shuffled around 
slightly, so these fellows could be last. She went over 
to greet Turk. But Harry was just as much front and 
center. When she grasped Turk's hand to lead him to a 
room, he stopped her, and wanted to make sure that she 
knew Harry was coming too.

"Oh ?" And she looked inquisitively at both.

Turk just held up two fingers. Jaimie thought that she 
might have suddenly understood the plan, and she spun 
her head around to find Kees. There he sat, on the same 
bar stool. He smiled, opened his palms to her, and gave 
the two handed gesture that sort of says 'Its all your 
show. You can now take the stage. So, take it ' It was 
an old vaudeville message.

She thought to herself as she grabbed one hand from 
each man and began leading them to a door. 'OK. Are 
they going to paw me one at a time and fuck me one at a 
time, or are they going to do that double thing? Can I 
even do that double thing?' One of the girls was in a 
booth near the doors. She had no one with her at the 
moment. And she had watched this whole event build up, 
and thought she should indicate a proper direction for 
the parade. 

She pointed to the last doors. There were four doors 
down there that looked quite different. With the size 
of the lounge, they must have been at least 40 ft. 
further away. Jaimie looked back at the girl in the 
booth. The girl nodded, and Jaimie took her 'two' guys 
to one of those doors. 

When she opened the door, she found a slightly larger 
room. Its bed was much larger and very sturdy. This 
type of room could obviously be used for more than two 
people. Harry was the last one in and he closed the 
door behind him. By now six other girls were working 
the lounge. 

When Harry closed that door, all six turned their faces 
to Kees. Each then looked at Kees in a very accusing, 
perhaps even slightly hostile, manner. He gave an 
innocent 'what did I do?' response, and then allowed 
his left hand to fall and cup his mouth and chin. It 
was a 'thinking man' pose. Hidden under that hand was a 
broad self satisfied smile; this particular smile was 
Kees's best example of an unrepentantly pure smirk.

In offering the trial of a new beauty to some favorite 
customers, he tried to be fair. Not necessarily fair to 
Jaimie, but fair to high paying customers. Turk and 
Harry were black men from across the hall. They were 
members of the much more expensive Slechts Groot. And 
the three girls in the lounge knew that. Inside the sex 
room, the plan for Jaimie had already begun. Before the 
two men did anything, Turk pulled out a blindfold and 
told Jaimie to put it on. She looked at it, smiled, 
sighed, and immediately slipped it on. The men quickly 
stripped, and displayed the first kind of information 
that the blindfold stopped Jaimie from seeing: massive 
black penises.

She was evidently a strong turn on for both men, since 
both sported rock hard erections that were already 
between 10 and 11 inches in length. They stood Jaimie 
up, used a small leather strap to tie her hands behind 
her back and began heavily greasing up both of her 
holes. The blindfold, and the attention that she did 
not see coming, was a turn on for her. A pleasantly 
slick double surprise. All of that action, however, 
just happened to the first double surprise. Turk laid 
down upon the bed and flopped his penis upstream, so 
that it remained flat across his belly as it extended 
past his belly button. That kept it a surprise just a 
little longer. 

Harry took Jaimie over the bed, had her straddle Turk's 
lower legs and then shuffle on her knees, up to the 
level of Turk's pelvis. All that effort, just to make 
sure that she did not get a hint as to what was up and 
across Turk's belly.

As she stood on her knees above him, Turk positioned 
his penis at her opening. Even while up on her knees, 
the spread of those knees lowering her, and with Turk's 
now straight upward length, his penis already began to 
touch her lips. A single, "Oh."And she shivered.

Then Harry began to sit her down onto Turk. Many umms 
and ahhs at the start of the process, as the head 
popped into her pussy and began to slide. Her response 
changed quickly as she kept sliding. Thoughts like, 'Is 
there an end to this?' ran through her mind. She 
settled down solid on Turk with more than a few inches 
still to go. With the amount that was in her, Jaimie 
began oscillating up and down a little and wiggling. 
That is when Harry, gravity and tied hands began to 
assist. Harry grabbed her pelvis and began to push her 
down, while Turk grabbed her knees and spread them 
apart at the same rate. With her hands behind her back, 
she could not reach forward for support or easily pull 
up her ass.

The push and spread method was having its desired 
effect. Think of it as a little limited impaling. The 
top of her pussy finally stretched enough to allow her 
to come down to and sit upon Turk's pelvis. He 
disappeared inside the beautiful little thing. Jaimie 
was gasping, breaking into puffing and, if she received 
even a minor extra poke, occasionally squealing. Till 
Turk purposefully twitched his penis, she had not been 
sure that she was not stuck on a forearm. The twitch 
confirmed that she was now stuck on a penis that was 
even bigger than Jim's For the moment, being overfilled 
that way, she could not oscillate or wiggle much. Harry 
pressed her forward so that her pretty face and breasts 
came directly down upon the front of Turk. Both Jaimie 
and Turk appreciated the extra sensations.

Of course that position and Turk pried her pussy big 
time. Pushed it back and apart. Her little asshole was 
spread perfectly. In addition to the lube that was on 
and in her, Harry lubed his erection. He knew that the 
multiple dosing of Vaseline would be quite necessary. 
Jaimie's thoughts ran through 'Oh, my God. They are 
going to double me,' and that she had so rarely tried 
even basic anal. 'Maybe, at least, the other guy will 
be smaller?'

Harry started in, and Jaimie realized that the 'other 
guy' was not smaller. Squealing, a multiple series of 
'ow, ow, ow, ow, ow', breaking for gasps and then into 
panting, all done over and over as Harry pushed in. 
Harry was very thankful for Kees's invite. In spite of 
the high cost annual and monthly fees, he was even 
considering a separate 'finder's fee' for Kees in this 
case. Each time he looked down at Jaimie's tight 
rounded and now splaying ass, he felt even better about 
where his penis was going. He certainly would not have 
wanted to miss this. Turk and Harry were in their realm 
as they, effectively, divided Jaimie. One beautiful leg 
on one side of a black wall of penises, and another 
beautiful leg on the other side of that wall. At least 
that is what it looked and felt like to the two guys. 

For Jaimie, it was a more real division. She never 
thought about the ability to do such a thing, or more 
importantly, to survive such a thing. As Harry, so to 
say, bottomed out, Turk began moving a lot more. Then 
Harry started to move back and forth. Jaimie was making 
one of those laugh or cry decisions. The positive won, 
and she gasped loud chuckles out of her mouth. Turk 
thought that was cute. And since she was nailed in 
place with her hands behind her, he decided to take off 
her blindfold so that she might start to see some of 
the action that she already felt so well. As he looked 
straight into her face her big fluffy black ponytails 
fell across his chest. He reached around her back and 
over her arms to pull that beauty closer and tighter.

That allowed both of them to start plungering her in 
earnest. She screamed a lot now. Everyone in the 
lounge, music or no music, could her. They could even 
hear the bed start to shake back and forth. Soon the 
two men were seriously sawing the young woman. Jaimie 
made another basic wild animal type decision. Her body 
started to cum. She could not tell if it was the 
combination effect, or some single item like a clitoris 
rub. She was just cumming, and cumming way beyond her 
control. Turk signaled Harry, that, from her sounds and 
the look in her face, they had themselves a natural 
double penetration 'slut'.

And they banged away. For over 20 minutes, they poked 
deep, and reamed wide. Her ass and pussy took turns 
making smacks, slaps, slurps and low frequency thumps. 
Then, after she lost count of her own cuming, Turk and 
Harry came in rapid succession. Big jerky cums that 
produced a lot of goo. They slowly pulled out, and 
undid the leather tie at her wrists. 

Volumes of cum dribbled out of Jaimie's holes. Harry 
reached down and spread her ass and pussy. Both were, 
at least temporarily, red, and gaping, with a tiny 
trickle of blood from each. Jaimie was exhausted. She 
was also still trying to fathom the total effect of 
what just happened. They had been huge, and like 
nothing that she had even felt for one brief moment. 
But, here, it was like being held at that highest peak 
of an orgasm for one continuous half hour. She was now 
sitting on the edge of the bed, periodically gaining 
more sense. She spread her legs and looked at her ass 
and her pussy. The guys watched her check herself out. 
She looked up, stoned from the sex alone.

No one said anything. Then she smiled, giggled and 
finally laughed. Both of the guys smiled back at her, 
and fluffed the top of her head as one might do a 
beloved puppy dog. Turk and Harry left. As they walked 
past Kees, they stopped and each shook his hand. 
Reports of 'excellent' were echoed between the two. 
Harry did palm Kees another 200 guilder as he and Turk 
left. Kees did not see how much. Rather he crumpled it 
up and put it into a pant pocket. The resulting 
attitude might not have been appropriate, but his 
demeanor became that of a proud father.

Ten or so minutes later, Jaimie came out of the room. 
She did not immediately go for her outfit. Instead, she 
walked over the boss. Worked out? Worked out well? But 
appearing game. Still, rosy facial cheeks, a rosy mons, 
a rosy slapped look groin and a red ass were the 
details that well publicized her recent work. Kees 
looked at all the reddened areas. Everyone in the room 
was focused on the pair, as he very slowly spun her 
around looking at her condition. He whispered into her 
ear, and she turned around toward the lounge booths. 

She gave a strange look to the lounge group; it was a 
look that included a roll of her eyes. Then she bent 
over, with her rear pointed up towards Kees face. She 
spread her ass and pussy, so that Kees might examine 
their conditions. Her ass was swollen and slightly 
pouched out, with a red coloration. Her pussy lips were 
all a deeper red, her center hole still gaped, and was 
now rough around its edges. Through the gape, her canal 
appeared moist red. 

"And are you going to survive?", said with a little 
baiting sarcasm.

She spun around and up. "Are Turk and Harry regulars?"

"Yes, they are...across the hall, at... Slechts Groot." 

When he saw her start to possibly flame, he realized 
that he needed to use his best sales techniques. 
"Jaimie. They are the highest paying type of customer. 
And Turk and Harry desire to try any new girl. But when 
they heard of your beauty, they were overwhelmed and 
said they had to be here today." 

Jaimie knew that little of what he said was true. 
Still, there was no major violation in 'her book'. But 
she did not want to let him off the hook immediately. 

"Yeah, right. They did a good job of letting me know 
how they felt all about me and inside me." Following 
that comment, she found that she could not maintain a 
stern attitude. She displayed one of her pretty smiles.

"So, you are going to be alright," Kees said it as a 
statement of Dutch certainty. 

During that same moment, he pulled an envelope from his 
inside jacket pocket.

"Now that was your introduction. You did very well, 
Jaimie. Take this home with you and tell your husband 
how things went. Who knows? There may even be a chance 
for you to make more sex today."

Surprised. Actually expecting to be required to have 
more customers today, she took the envelope. Going into 
the dressing room, she stopped and checked the contents 
of the envelope. It contained American currency: four 
$50 bills, eleven $20 bills, one $10 bill and two one 
dollar bills. $432.00, in less than 3 hours.

Kees stuck his head into the dressing room at that 
moment, "Oh, forgot to tell you to be here at 1 PM 
tomorrow."

***

Back in her jean and shirt disguise, she walked to her 
apartment. As she passed couples and single males, she 
could not keep herself from wondering about the male. 
Jaimie, like most young women, had always considered 
the unique differences in their faces and their builds. 
But now her wonder more directly involved what might be 
hiding at in their crotch. For now, she realized that 
the differences there were just as varied and perhaps 
more significant.

Jaimie arrived at the apartment at about 8:00 PM. Dave 
was pleasantly surprised. He had not expected her home 
so early on a Saturday. He thought that her starting on 
a Saturday evening would mean a late night. She grabbed 
him and hugged him. He did not know how to interpret 
the early arrival home and the hug.

"You're home early. Did everything go alright? You OK?"

"Honey, I'm fine. Just a very different day for me. I 
think I did well."And she handed him the envelope.

"Wow. Let's see... $432 Since 4:00 PM?"

"Kees had 6 men waiting for me. That works out to $72 
each."

"Six guys Tell me Tell me all about it. Every little 
thing."

And Jaimie did tell him, with as much detail as she 
could provide. She watched him get turned on more with 
every step of the story. That is when she stopped 
feeling apologetically sinful. Instead, Jaimie started 
taking delight in what she had done. And the telling to 
her own husband reinforced the nastiness of the event. 
She was able to do a kind of reliving through her story 
telling. In fact, her body seemed to remember some the 
orgasmic type feelings very well. She would get tingles 
and almost come just telling some of the highlights. 

She would try to tell her actual feelings toward each 
man. Dave, of course, was most interested in finding 
out how these first customers of his wife were 
equipped. He wanted details. And he said that he did 
not want her to hold back. So, soon he found out that 
Bob was smaller than he was, and that the other five 
were all larger than he was. He asked for the absolute 
truth about her orgasms, and told her that it turned 
him on just to hear about her having a great time. 

She had known Dave about 5 years, though they were just 
married 2 years as of last month. She considered what 
he said, thought that he meant it, and thought that he 
could take the truth. She even thought, like he was 
saying, that he would be turned on by the truth. So, if 
he asked something, she would tell him that truth, as 
she remembered experiencing it.

He asked, of the six today, did she cum better with any 
of those men than she did with Dave. She told him that 
she remembered cuming intensely with most of the men. 
At that point, he obviously wanted more information. He 
wanted to know how many men that day, took her to 
stronger, longer and more frequent orgasms. She told 
him that five out of the six did. 

She was not quite sure why that turned him on more. But 
she knew that she might soon be learning a lot more 
about male sexual desires at Aardbei. This evening, 
such discussion resulted in a very hard Dave. He wanted 
to have sex. But he was wondering if she felt like she 
could still function, so soon after such a workout.

With a little chuckle, "Well, I had better get used to 
multiples." And she looked to see when the realization 
of that hard core pro statement would finally hit.

And within seconds it did hit. Dave looked up 
sheepishly. "My beautiful wife is a whore? That's 
right. My wife is a whore "

"Bad?"

"Good. Very good. Very nasty. Very good and nasty."

He took over to the little bed, stripped off her shirt 
and jeans for her, while commenting that though the 
other guys got the full nasty outfit treatment, he only 
got blue jeans. That was all tongue-in-cheek. He really 
seemed quite jovial. He immediately noted that her 
nipples were red and slightly stretched. Then, when he 
removed her briefs, it was absolutely impossible to 
ignore that her pelvic and ass areas were still 
generally pink from the action. He spread her legs. Her 
pussy was red and swollen. Though not pouching out now, 
and though reduced greatly in degree, her ass still 
remained slightly red.

"Hey, are you sure that you're alright?"

Jaimie thought that he was trying to be sweet, but her 
thoughts also joked around in her head. After all, here 
was a husband who was more than complicit in sending 
her off to prostitute, now concerned about what those 
big bad men did to his little wife. She thought that 
she would take the drama to a comedic level.

"Oh, honey. It was horrible. Those perverted men beat 
me over and over with their big penises. They gave me 
no choice. I mean, they forced me to cum over and over 
and over "

"You little shit Come here."

And they grabbed each other and rolled around the bed 
laughing. He got their own jar of lubricant out, 
carefully applied some to her and then some to himself. 
She gave an 'ouch' look as he entered; but then 
immediately assured him that it was OK. She felt tight 
to him at first. But, when he got past the outer lips, 
he felt a large amount of space inside her canal. She 
felt wider to him. And, as he put his entire length in, 
he noted that his tip did not hit the top of her pussy. 
It was up there 'somewhere'. Tonight that was some sort 
of extreme turn on for this American male.

Jaimie was 'comfortable', being back with someone who 
she knew sexually so well. A husband, a lover, someone 
who cared about her daily. However, she could not help 
but notice that Dave seemed very small. The overfill, 
the stretching, a feeling of a pelvis filled to the top 
with a powerfully solid connection to another man, all 
that was still fresh in her mind. But the turn ons 
tonight were many, and in 10 or so minutes they both 
came together as a seasoned team.

Dave did prove one thing for Jaimie. Now she knew that 
she was not out of commission. Jaimie had an 
interesting product, one that she thought she could use 
this evening. She had used it before; but tonight it 
seemed ultra appropriate. So, after Dave was done, she 
did a cold douche with herbal anti-inflammatories. Then 
immediately before bed, she did another. Jaimie's 
decision was that it was a very needed product, and, 
with the new job, she 'would have to stock up on it'. 

A few minutes before 1:00 PM on Sunday, she arrived at 
Aardbei and went straight to the dressing room. Kees 
came in as she was removing that day's slightly less 
casual 'go to work' outfit, black slacks and a white 
blouse. He asked how she was doing. She made it a non-
topic by quickly saying great and matching the words 
with her facial expression. He gave her a combination 
for one of the lockers, so that she might really be 
able to store outfits and personal items. She put on 
the blue tassel dress and wide blue heels, since she 
was only seen briefly in it that first night, when she 
observed only. She really doubted that dresses were 
going to have much value at Aardbei. But, today, she 
started out in one.

Kees came back into the dressing room, just as she was 
about to come out into the lounge. He wanted to cover a 
few items that he forgot to mention to her. For one, 
the tally for each girl is done by the older woman at 
the coat check and main desk. Kees said that she had 
been with him for over ten years, and that she was 
incredibly accurate now at detecting who was behind the 
doors with who. She turned the tally over to Kees at 
the end of each shift. They moved out to the lounge 
while they talked. Just as Jaimie noted that no one was 
in that lounge, Kees was telling her that today still 
was not a normal work day for her. He had more special 
requests for 'a fuck with the new girl'.

The normal opening time for a Sunday was 2:00 PM. And 
he had told the customers with the requests for Jaimie 
to start showing up soon after 1:00 PM. She really did 
not seem surprised that the schedule was fixed. And she 
was not only accepting of the situation, she had 
developed a curiosity about who Kees might choose to 
line up for 'the new girl' on day two. As they waited 
for the first customer to drop by, she had her own 
question.

She noted yesterday that near those larger rooms at the 
far end of the lounge, there was a small stage that 
rose a couple of feet above the floor. She asked if 
they had live bands who performed there. Kees said that 
was rare, and that the stage was used for a 10:00 PM 
sex show every night. It normally consisted of one of 
his girls being double fucked by the only paid males on 
his staff. He described them both as almost 7 feet tall 
and unusually well hung. The stage fuck involved the 
only special compensation within the Aardbei Club. 

Whoever, among his girls who doubled with the boys, got 
paid double for each guy. So, $288 total. He finished 
the topic by indicating that sometimes, if the girl had 
some serious reason to be somewhere else, she might 
even come in at 10:00 PM, do the show and leave. But, 
he noted that was extremely rare.

And the first of the fellows arrived. A true Dutchman 
by the name of Arend, he was married, had four children 
and dropped by Aardbei three or more times a week. Kees 
introduced the two, and Arend took Jaimie to one of the 
closest booths. He 'just wanted to talk a little'. He 
acted like he really wanted to get to know Jaimie. 
Where in the States was she from, how did she end up in 
Amsterdam, and other pieces of information were covered 
rather quickly. Then he noticed her wedding band and 
diamond.

"You are married?"

"Yes, I am. His name is Dave."

"He knows that you are doing this?"

"Yes, he knows. He is here with me in the city."

"Oh, I find this so entertaining. Americans have such 
an independent streak. You do things others do not do. 
A married couple with the beautiful wife, here, at 
Aardbei Very interesting." In his mind, that fairly 
summarized a great start. And he took her left hand, 
rolled her ring back and forth, then walked her to one 
of the rooms. When in the room, Arend wanted to undress 
her. She watched his face as he undid her dress, and 
had her step out of it. He had a broad smile all 
through the process. 

He had her twirl around, which she did with her 
dancer's grace. She stopped in front of him, with her 
hands on her waist. The cut of her blue thong was well 
below her waist. Arend reached over and pulled down the 
thong. He did stop his face at her mound on the way 
down. He tickled the front of her pussy with his 
tongue, giving the clit at least some minor rubs. Off 
came the thong, and he just stood there again and 
looked.

"Hooray (which really is Dutch ) You are beautiful."

"Thank you very much." And Jaimie unbuttoned and took 
off his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and took off his 
trousers. She smiled up at him as she pulled down his 
boxer shorts. What jumped out at her was a pleasant 
surprise to Jaimie.

Arend was one of the big ones. At least he was bigger 
than average, and average at Aardbei had already been 
quite impressive. Its in her face action stopped her 
progress with the shorts. She jacked it for a few 
seconds. And it finished getting hard, very hard. Its 
head was the actual size and shape of a doorknob. 
Jaimie would later find out that was the name that the 
girls used in order to refer to Arend - Mr. Doorknob. 
She licked around the head and sucked on his opening 
and licked her tongue straight through it. 

She only then realized that had been her first chance 
to even give any oral. She untied his shoes, removed 
his socks, and had him step out of his shorts, as she 
remained kneeling, and sucking. She went back to 
jacking along with her sucking, as Arend ran his hands 
through her dark hair. Today she had it in her standard 
fluffy puffy do. As great as what she was doing below 
his waist felt to him, he still was able to stoically 
pull her up to standing. Now they were both nude, with 
her hands on his butt, and his hands on her butt.

He smacked her butt as a scene changer. And sat down at 
the corner of the bed, with his moist penis pointing 
straight up. He told her to have a seat. And she 
straddled him and came down upon the doorknob. She was 
very glad that she had moistened him, because, even 
with all her saliva, it was still incredibly difficult 
to start him into her. Though, slowly, it did spread 
her so wide that it finally popped past her lips. But 
the sensation did not let up after that. 

The edges of his doorknob jutted into each and every 
vaginal ring as it went upward. She swore to herself 
that, had the pussy and penis been made of most any 
other material, there would have a ratcheting or 
clicking type sound at every level that the doorknob 
passed. Jaimie had already put this fuck in the 
positive column, just with the touchy feely start. Now 
he was ringing her bell.

Big deep breaths, ooohs, aaahs, punctuated by ugh, uh, 
oh. Lots of sound variation coming from Jaimie. Arend 
loved those sounds. That she was really emotionally and 
physically into the sex was a great delight for him. 
His rather, at least locally, famous knob was working 
its way through a beautiful American. That wonderful 
progress into Jaimie was building Arend a real sense of 
accomplishment. A lovely married American woman, cuming 
a lot because she was being stuck on his knob, the soft 
moist reward that he so directly received and the 
anticipation of more, were just a small number of his 
accomplishments so far.

Jaimie truly thought that a fist might as well be 
attached to the end of Arend's penis. It kept pushing 
up and through her, and Arend had begun to add a little 
speed and force to the momentum. She wasn't quite sure, 
but she suspected that the knob area had become larger 
since he started. The top of her pussy and his knob 
finally hit with a thump that took her breath away. She 
sat on his lap now, face to face with him, her eyes 
wild and rolling back and forth, and his penis buried 
completely into her. He twitched and she gasped loudly 
and shuddered. Slowly, she started to move her bottom 
up and down a little. Within minutes, she was able to 
snap down on it and rock back up to do it all over 
again.

He stood up with her attached, turned around and laid 
her upon the bed. In standard missionary fashion, he 
started fucking her. At first he used restraint. Then 
he lost the restraint. The knob was driving her crazy. 
Moving that thing back and forth, well, it was like... 
a real plunger. He literally sucked air out when he 
withdrew and forced it in when he came back into her. 
She was holding on to his head and shoulders, screaming 
a lot. But, with this position, the thumps and thuds 
inside Jaimie became more impressive. 

They brought a true rhythmic punch to the moment 
between her screams. Cause and effect were duly noted 
by just the sounds. She brought both of her hands to 
her belly and felt his knob bump her hands as they lay 
there on top. Her confirmation that it was enough to 
see and feel on her outside just made her cum harder. 
He loved the feeling inside her, and like most guys who 
had fucked or wanted to fuck her, he enjoyed changing 
her vagina. 

His expectations were realistic, in that he knew his 
knob would be less impressive to her in the future. All 
the stretching that would be done in that near future 
would enlarge her significantly. He had seen it, or 
should it be said, felt it, happen to other girls many 
times. Arend was sure, if she began to work regular at 
Aardbei, Jaimie just had to get larger.

Jaimie looked up at Arend, and tried to put quick 
smiles in between strokes. But that was difficult to 
do. She was quite often interrupted by her own intense 
cumming. He lowered himself down upon her, with his 
head by her head, and hugged her tight, which held her 
better for him to start a grind. He moved one hand down 
to her ass and pushed her ass forward at the exact 
moment that he lunged forward with his penis. 

In this manner, he made sure that they both came 
together. Arend put out a large volume of cum, a 
characteristic that the other girls also already knew 
about. So, he filled Jaimie, then over filled her, and 
then ran the goo down her ass and totally soaked the 
sheet. She was trying to catch her breath, when she 
realized how much he came. As if he did it special for 
her, she pulled herself up to his face and gave him a 
long steamy kiss. 

Of course, the next step was always for the penis to be 
withdrawn or for the girl to just move back and pull 
herself off of the gentleman's penis. Arend pulled 
back, just a little, to demonstrate something to 
Jaimie. He was stuck. She looked down and thought she 
would help. She tried to move back. She could not. And 
then it hit her, she was his bitch dog stuck on his big 
human version of a knot. 

With the excitement of that realization, she threw in 
another one of her over the top orgasms. Her opening, 
and the first few inches inside, had not been stretched 
or moved since he first entered her. All of the 
'fucking' use of his 'doorknob' had been done heavily 
from a point several inches inside her vagina, up to 
and including a big stretch of its very top. 

After being left alone for a while, her opening and 
those first several inches had gone down to a more 
normal size. Now that more normally sized portion was 
resisting his doorknob's less sleek, more ragged and 
obstructive, back side. So, very large and coming out 
backwards just was not going to work. As even more 
realization hit Jaimie, she giggled, and then laughed, 
all which put her into complete abdominal contractions. 

With her face looking so cutely startled, Arend took 
this moment to return her earlier steamy kiss with an 
even more steamy kiss. The kiss sort of acknowledged 
his special connection with Jaimie. When he kissed her, 
she undulated on him and kept moving on him until she 
had still another orgasm. Apparently, work at Aardbei 
would make sure that 'lack of orgasm' would never be a 
problem for this woman. Just exactly like with the 
doggies, after a few more minutes, Arend relaxed enough 
to reduce in hardness and size enough to make the 
difference. He plopped out.

Jaimie continued to suspect that Kees was actually 
orchestrating her customers. The next four that 
afternoon were about the size of her husband Dave, 
maybe slightly larger. But they all seemed nondescript, 
at least when she thought of Arend's doorknob. While 
they were probably standard fare at most brothels, here 
at Aardbei, Jaimie thought of them as an extended break 
between what she hoped were super sexcapades. But every 
once in a while, Kees seemed to have another one of 
those special fucks scheduled for her. 

Around 6:00 PM, Kees introduced her to a couple of 
white guys who wanted to team her. Already down to her 
blue heels, she walked them over to one of the larger 
rooms, where they quickly showed her that they wanted 
rough sex from her. Their turn-ons were taking the 
beautiful American at both ends, pulling and twisting 
her ass and pussy with their hands and hard fucking her 
mouth and throat. A little scary at first, but she 
believed the kinkiness would have limits here at 
Aardbei. After what they thought was sweet foreplay, 
they set her up for their double penetration. Both were 
fairly large, perhaps in the nine to ten inch range. 
How each used his penis was the next new experience for 
Jaimie.    

At least they greased up her two holes before they 
assaulted her. But their idea of DP was, indeed, a form 
of assault. They slid into her and buried themselves to 
their balls in just a couple of quick moves. Then they 
literally hammered Jaimie. She had little time to catch 
her breath as they hit her without stop. Much slapping, 
slushing, ughs, grunts and screams came out of just 
Jaimie. The guys sort of growled and gave satisfied mmm 
sounds whenever they felt Jaimie pop or snap. They kept 
up their full depth, with a very fast rate and hard 
hit, for ten minutes; then they exchanged positions, 
directly put their penises back into her, and did it 
the same way for another ten minutes. And, again, they 
took their penises from one hole to the next, hardly 
stopping. Another ten, maybe fifteen, minutes, then 
they churned, twisted and even came in as rapid fire 
succession as they had fucked. Jaimie did cum, actually 
quite often with their technique. 

But she did not note anything like even a most 
primitive affection. One further surprise with this S&M 
type fuck was that when they pulled out, they pushed 
her down on the bed with her face down. They forcefully 
spread her legs, then each man took a hole and 'dug' 
into it with his hand. Just short of fisting, they 
stretched her wide, dug out their own cum and smeared 
it all over her butt. They left her face down, as they 
just threw their clothes back on with no clean up of 
any kind. They opened the door wide and both smacked 
her ass very hard as they left. The smacks were loud 
enough to be heard all over the lounge. Since they left 
the door open, everyone looking that way could also see 
Jaimie down. Thus, the audio and visual did match in 
intensity. 

She got up and closed the door. That last image of her 
closing the door enabled any viewer to see her beet red 
inner legs, thighs and ass. Even the area as high as 
her little fur trim was all red. Kees walked down to 
the room, opened the door a crack and suggested that 
Jaimie take a small break. After she did her own form 
of limited cleanup that would, at least, allow her to 
walk through the lounge, she went to the dressing area. 
There she cleaned thoroughly, used the only douche that 
she had brought and iced important areas. Kees checked 
back. 

"How tough are you, kid?"

"Enough."

"Can you, bounce back, Jaimie?" More of an uplifting 
prediction, than a real question.

"Ask me in about ten minutes.'

"Oh, I forgot to mention that I sometimes pay extra for 
that kind of activity at Aardbei. That is nothing 
unusual at all over at Slechts Groot." He saw her 
astounded look.

"OK, so, tonight, this double will be one of the 'extra 
pay' ones for you."

She showered, relaxed, iced a little more, and felt 
much better about 20 minutes later. Even the reddest 
places had faded. She considered that it wasn't as bad 
as the dramatic look had conveyed. Her internal 
feelings? She was still trying to interpret those. The 
fact that she had orgasms with those rough 'mean' men 
was a little confusing to her. Kees came back in to 
check on Jaimie. With her positive response, he asked 
if she could return to work. She thought 'seven and 
counting', and told Kees that she was ready. As she 
suspected, or at this particular point in the evening 
hoped for, Kees had arranged for more tame fellows.

One at a time, Jaimie fucked four more. Each was bigger 
than her husband. Yet, they seemed small to her after 
having had Arend to start her afternoon, and the rough 
double of large ones to start her evening. But the four 
did keep her open. She finished that series of four by 
10:00 PM. Total for the Sunday was eleven.. She had 
gone straight to the dressing room area and was 
changing into her street garb. As he did the day 
before, Kees came in with an envelope of American 
currency. Nine hundred and thirty eight dollars, which 
included the extra pay for that rough double that she 
took. She smiled and thanked him. 

His response was a very business like reminder that she 
could have Monday off, and that she was to 'go do 
something with Dave'. He told her that she would begin 
her first regular shift Tuesday at 7:00 PM. Anytime 
that she worked during a Sunday to Thursday time 
period, she must work till 2:00 AM. The club remained 
open till 4:00 AM Friday and Saturday nights; when she 
worked either of those nights, she would start at 9:00 
PM and be there till that 4:00 AM closing. At that 
moment, it all sounded very agreeable to Jaimie. She 
looked forward to telling Dave of her day's exploits, 
and started to leave to meet him. After all, he may 
have checked in with the doorman several times already, 
trying to guess when she would be off duty.

Kees broke into her thoughts. "There is something that 
you should see before you leave tonight." And he 
motioned her back into the lounge. There she saw that 
he had already invited Dave in from the outside door. 
Kees thought that both Jaimie and Dave might appreciate 
being sent off tonight with the next vision in their 
heads. As she hugged Dave, the music kicked over to a 
pulsating beat and volume that made conversation quite 
difficult. Both turned around just in time to see the 
little stage be lit up with colored diffuse lights and 
several white spot lights. The spots were trained upon 
a mattress that was now center to the stage. 

Jaimie had not been introduced to the two black men who 
came up on stage. Each had a very casual robe on. Then 
Angie, the little redhead who had first introduced 
Jaimie to Aardbei, popped up on the stage. Dressed in a 
little green top, green bikini bottom and a different 
pair of green high heels, she looked as sharp as any 
redhead Jaimie or Dave had ever seen. She arrived on 
stage already dancing to the beat. And she danced 
around, primarily within the spot light coverage, as 
she removed her top, then her bikini panties. The heels 
stayed on. Thus, she was well dressed for the 
particular activity that was next on the agenda.

Angie went over to the black men, and, one at a time, 
untied and removed their robes. Sort of like opening 
Christmas presents. Impressive giant presents, since 
Angie was about Jaimie's size, and these were muscular 
men, around that seven foot mark, and with obvious 
talent of the appropriate ratio hanging down between 
their legs. Each was already semi hard. Angie stroked 
both simultaneously until both were very hard. Jaimie 
could only guess, but the men appeared to be in the 
eleven to twelve inch range. Very special She had one 
man lie down on the mattress with his feet toward what 
was now an audience. She had a jar of lube all ready by 
the mattress. From it, she used the lube on his penis 
and her pussy. She also thoroughly lubricated her ass. 
It was easy to see that ass was puckered from past 
experience. As well, her pussy always gaped open, 
evidently from all its daily use.



As Angie sat down upon the man's penis, Kees was 
standing behind his bar counter doing his own remote 
redirection of one of the spots, so that much more 
light could be put on the front edge of the mattress. 
The huge penis slipped slowly into her ass. A very 
taunt, very thick eleven-incher slid halfway in. The 
other black man greased up, got down on his knees, and 
started into her pussy. He was the one who was slightly 
bigger. More like an honest twelve inches, he spread 
her wide. She was already arching her head back, 
hitting the chest of the man below her. She threw her 
pelvis forward, as both men began to alternate who went 
up against that forward movement of hers. Soon the two 
men were working their large connections in perfect 
rhythm with the music.

They all fucked like that for about ten minutes. At 
that time, they rotated her around and had her sit on 
the man on the bottom, with her face toward his face, 
and her ass up. No stop for any clean up between, as 
that man took his turn in her pussy. With still more 
lube spread around, the other man now took over fucking 
her ass. They sawed her in that classic double position 
for longer, perhaps for as long as fifteen minutes. Her 
ass and pussy were bright red and stretched, as they 
put on a little more show by both simultaneously 
burying themselves into Angie and doing a hard twisting 
and grinding of her holes. These two men were good as a 
team. For one thing, both remained very hard and 
functional, no matter which hole each was assigned. 
Angie bucked against the two and, generally, just 
appeared to be one continuous white orgasm caught 
between the black men. 

When the two men blasted Angie's insides, Jaimie had no 
difficulty seeing the cum dripping out of Angie, though 
Angie was an entire lounge length away. As well, when 
they withdrew, she could see why Angie had, all day, 
every day, a pooched out anus and a large relaxed pussy 
opening. The men's probes were thickly coated with 
white cream, and were pink highlighted all the way deep 
into the kinky hairs at their bases. With what might 
have been a fairly standard display for this show, the 
ultra experienced and very high mileage Angie had a 
pussy and an ass that remained ultra red and gaping. 

She paused to swing her ass around to the audience, 
shake it as a tease and then spread it with both hands. 
With both holes staying wide open, both still moist 
red, both still dripping red streaked cum, Angie 
verified the extreme over use to the viewers. She 
received her own little applause at that moment. Then 
when the three performers stood together, they received 
a nice round of applause that faded off quickly. A 
primary reason for the fade was not a lack of 
appreciation; on the contrary, it was that the 
performance stimulated a natural interruption, as each 
patron just as quickly felt a sudden intense need to 
discuss his own sexual release with his own Aardbei 
girl.

Jaimie looked at Dave. He was still shocked by what he 
had seen. "Oh, my, God."

"What does that mean? Did you like it? Did it turn you 
off or on?"

"That means on. On. On. That was absolutely incredible 
I forget her name?"

"Angie."

"Oh, yeah. Well, I won't forget her name any more. That 
was 'a show and a half'. She was great in receiving. 
Those black guys were unbelievable. I really might not 
have believed a story about any of this, if I had not 
been here to see for myself."

"So, I take it that you liked the show?" With her own 
reasons in mind, Jaimie was fishing for his real 
feelings.

"Oh, hun, I am so turned on. I can't wait to hear what 
stories you have for me tonight."

"Want one now?"

"Go baby go!"

"I got doubled that same way today by two white guys 
whose dicks were a little smaller. But they were 
rougher." And she looked into his face. With her 
beautiful eye brows lifted and a quirky smile, she 
seemed to be saying 'well, what do you think of that?'.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Rougher?"

"Yes."

As his own S&M vision of even the most remotely 
possible events kicked in,"Wow We have got to hurry 
home, so you can tell me more, and, especially, so you 
can show me your rear."

"Pervert." 

And Jaimie said that with comedic relief, rather than 
as any true critique. For she had never had the desire 
to judge anyone's sexual lifestyle. Not even her 
husband's. Now, after this strange week in her life, 
Jaimie felt she could also add that she 'no longer had 
the right to ever give such a critique'. 

Continued as "Slechts Groot part two..."

*Please note that part two is truly the other half of 
an existing story. It is not an extension or add on, as 
a series might be thought of. You now have half of the 
story of an American working in, first, the most famous 
brothel and, then, second, the most secret brothel of 
the 1960s to 1970s Amsterdam era. 

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Archivist's note: Because the author submitted this 
work anonymously, we will be unable to honor any 
request for parts not already posted. If the author 
submits more parts, we will post them, if not, the 
story ends here.

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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. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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