The Awakening Of Chastity Ch. 07

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 7 - Endings.... Thoughts.... Beginnings

Men leave, men come, taking each of us up the stairs to our work rooms. Candy, cigarette dangling from her still beautifully made up lips, finds her own room and takes her guy in. Then Donna with hers, and me back into mine.

I blow him... deep throat him, right there on the end of the bed.... and he cums buckets!

Right. Next!

I have 4, pretty much one after another, with barely enough time to take my 'conquest' down the stairs and show him the door before the next wants me. All vagina jobs. All leave there mark and all trickling down my inner thighs afterwards.

Message from Tom...."Wow!"

Good!

Gotta keep him happy, after all.

My last punter of the night takes me anally and, although it's still sore and I've never had so much inside that part of my body before, I take it... I make him cum.... and slowly get up myself.

"So you're the new girl, eh?" he asks as I shimmy down my cum smeared leather skirt.

"Yeah, hun..." I answer.

"Bit old for being the new girl, aren't you? Not that I'm complaining. You ARE gorgeous..."

I give him the spiel..... the whole back story that I concocted.... that I told Tom.

Hooker for 10 years... met man... gave it up.... got married... had financial difficulties... came back to it.... financial issues eased but still out whoring.

He... Loved... It.

"Wow! So he knows you hook then?"

"Know? He drove me here today, luv.."! My customary answer.

As I come down stairs there's Tom there... I can hear his voice... and that of Martika, the Madame.

Martika :

I'm just shooting the shit with this bitch's husband, Tom. He's come to collect Terri, obviously, but she's still banging her punter.

Myself? I've just finished up my stint on the streets. My girls have earned, I've paid them out and I'm tired, after all the cock I've took all night, and just want to pay the slags here... then fuck off to Mark and my kids, y'know? It's gone 3. My hubby's waiting for me.

Terri :

So I'm coming down the stairs with my punter. Seems like I'm the last to finish and, as I pass Jackie, I'm met by Tom, my husband, and Martika.

Martika sees the punter and says "Hi Jamie. How's things?"

He answers.

"You just been with the new bitch I run, Chastity. Hope you liked getting inside her. This is Tom, the bitch's husband.."

Oh... my... god! I feel so embarrassed! Tom and Jamie make some small-talk, which Tom takes in his stride. Martika turns and smiles to me.

Fuck!

Jamie is impressed, states his admiration of Tom for getting his wife on the game.

"Been a busy whore, Chastity?" Martika asks, lighting up her cigarette.

"Yes, boss. Very busy." I demurely answer.

My punter smiles at us both and says goodbye... and then leaves.

Candy and Donna come to greet Martika. Candy, especially, want her boss... sorry..'Owner'... to know that she's had a profitable day.

Candy passes me a cigarette and lights me up as Donna awaits her 25% cut of earnings that she's made today. Donna's given £300 for her efforts.... stoned, but working on my arithmetic, that's £1200 she's earned...

Wow!

I recall Martika told me that I made her just over £1000 on my first night out. Good to know that I was around the same ballpark, financially, as this hardcore hooker. She's got years of experience. Me? Bugger all.

As the girls are chatting, I remember my blue-tooth camera/ornament and quickly rush up those stairs again, as good as any stoned, drunk, nicotine and semen infused woman can do after working for well over 15 hours, and put it in my bag.

.. and come down.

"What you been doin' bitch?" asks Candy.

"Oh, nothin' Candy. Just forgot my bag, bitch..."

She smiles, leans over and kisses me on the lips.

Tom and I say our goodbyes and leave.

As I'm heading to the car, I take a final drag of my cigarette, drop the butt to the floor and put my heel on it.

What a day!

Tom's talking away. He's wide awake... and quite wired.

He's loved the 'show', says he's been masturbating to the sound and vision of me getting it on, says that I smell of semen and that he's dying to get inside me when I get home... to 'reclaim' me.

"Fuck it.." he says, suddenly slowing the car down and driving onto the hard shoulder. "I want to fuck you now, Terri.."

He asks me, with wide-eyed abandon, to get into the back of the car.

The tension is palpable... electric.... I'm tingling...

I get in the back. Pull up my semen stained leather skirt, hitching up to my hips, as Tom gets on top and quickly inside me.

He slides in easy. I'm slick with numerous men's semen and my very own juices.

He still feels large. He hammers at me quickly... hard.... calling me a "filthy whore", a "dirty slag" and, many times, "Chastity".... not my name. My character's name.

He cums. He cums... hard. Smiles, then gets off me and negotiates himself back into the driver's seat.

I bridge and pull down that skirt then clamber into the passenger's seat. Belt on, still breathless, and we continue our journey back home.

It's around 4 am when we finally get home.

The milk float's around as I get out the car.

I don't give a shit. I look like a well-used hooker. Well.... I am... but I'm also very tired. I don't care who sees me like this. I just need to get in, get a cup of tea... and.... it's been a while since I've had a cigarette... yes, have a cigarette before bed.

Tom smiles. He's always fuckin' smiling these days.

I finish my cigarette and my cup of tea and then head to bed, followed my Tom. I stop only to use the toilet and then, off with these soiled clothes, and jewellery, and into bed - still with my makeup on - and snuggled up with Tom.

Martika :

I'm usually up early with the kids on Saturday. Mark, my husband, is still snoozing. He likes his lie ins.

So I'm downstairs, making a drink, when I get a message from Tom.

About the clothes and when he's returning them. I tell him the same as last time; drop them off with Candy and she'll take care of them.

Terri :

I stir. Makeup smearing my pillowcase and bed sheets. No Tom.

The bed creaks and I hear a sigh from downstairs and then steps.... up the stairs.

Tom brings me a steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning beautiful. I didn't want to wake you..." he leans in and kisses me passionately on the lips.

"Mmmmmm..." I moan, as I pull away "... that's nice. Morning hot stuff yourself! Thank you for the coffee."

"Bet you need it, right?"

"Yeah. God, those girls can pack away the drugs. Well, Candy can. I must have drunk about half a bottle of vodka with her too."

"Getting more used to the smoking?" he asks.

"I think so. My throat is a bit sore, but then I've smoked the best part of two packs of cigarettes..."

"... and all that cock you've sucked" Tom quickly butts in.

I smile. "Yeah, all that cock...."

He asks me how it was going. I told him that I felt that I was thriving in this environment and that, I did wish that he could be in person, watching his wife take cock after cock as this common hooker, Chastity, but I do hope he liked the compromise that we've made.... the video camera... the Livestreaming.

I pause. Remember last night.

"You saw Candy, right? On the livestream..."

Tom nods his head. "Yeah, why?"

"Just... erhhhh... how good was she? She better than me?" I ask.

"Babe.." Tom begins "... she's been doing this day in, day out for absolute years. At this point it's as natural as breathing. She is amazing.... and so will you be too, when you're that established."

Martika :

There comes a point, usually after the first day that a bitch has sold herself, when she has a mind shift. Like, 'I can do this..'. Usually, if they come around on day two then they're in it deep. Hook, line and bloody sinker.

I know that this bitch Terri is there. I can sense it. I can smell it off of her. It's not the semen, or the perfume or the cigarettes. It's the smell of pure joy.

Terri :

Tom says that he's taking the clothes back this morning.

"In that state? They're covered in sweat and semen!" I proclaim.

"That's what your 'boss' wants them back like. I guess the girls - your workmates - will wash them and stuff."

"I won't be long.... but... first..."

... and once again, we go headlong into another sex session.

Once more of Tom's semen has been pumped into me he straightens himself up, fastens his jeans, gives me a big kiss and leaves. Heading, I guess, with all Sarah's stuff back to the brothel.

Martika :

Ha. Candy told me that she met Tom at the door. Sarah was there too. Apparently Candy said to him "I guess you like everybody taking turns in your wife?" and the fucker got excited.

Sarah was pissed that her fav clothes were once again gismed all over but fuck her, right? She's got plenty of others and, besides, that's what the washing machine is for.

Terri :

I eventually get my arse in gear and put on the washing. I'm just in a robe. Nothing underneath. Just banging in the soiled sheets and pillow cases.

Then. Breakfast.

There's a click at the door and Tom's back. I put the kettle back in and make him a cuppa. Sound from the TV softly playing in background.

There's stuff to do today. Shower. Changed. Housework. Shopping. Then meeting friends out for drinks in the evening.

I've just finished up the hoovering when I notice a message on my phone.... from Martika.

It reads "Fantastic job yesterday, Terri. Chastity earned over £1100 for me. The bitch does well. Hope you enjoyed it. Now, next time, you have a decision to make. You want to come next time then you play by MY rules, not Tom's. You don't and you aren't welcome. You do and, of course, you can continue. Message me for details. M x"

Wow. What the heck was that about? I show Tom. He scratches his head.

"Not a clue, babe. Not a bloody clue."

He encourages me to message her.

She leaves me waiting....

Martika :

You draw people into this line of profession. The bitch came to me. How lucky was I? Now, I'm reeling her in.

Y'see, April, just like you and Candy this new bitch needs to get branded. Branding for them makes them feel safe and part of something. For me, a Madame, it's marking your property. This bitch is my property. She just don't know it yet.

My bitches get themselves a tattoo, April. Just like yours - 'Martika's Bitches' at the top, the bitch's name and number, and then a picture of a Swallow underneath that.

So I want her's as 'Chastity' and 'No. 9', 'cos that's the slag's number. On her arse cheek.

I break the news to her... eventually!

Terri :

I'm out finishing up the shopping when Martika does finally get around to messaging me. She sends me a picture, she says it's of April's arse cheek - Martika's Top Dog hooker - and she wants me to get a similar tattoo.

I'm in shock. Tom's in shock.

There's another message that goes along with it.

"Look, you get this tattoo and then I know you really want to work here. On your left arse cheek. I'll give you details of the tattooist, he does all our shit, ok? The girls love having you here. You're a great earner. You love the lifestyle - the sex, the drugs, the smoking and drinking - and the punters absolutely adore you. M x"

Then... a few minutes later...

"You'll really look the part then. Of course, there's always the pictures.... M x"

Fuck! The pictures! I forgot about those! The ones Martika sent me last month.

Martika :

I'm not blackmailing the bitch. I'm too classy for that kind of shit. But I will push my will on bitches like her. She's caught between the excitement and her old, boring ways of thinking and living.

But she'll make the correct decision. She just doesn't know it yet.

Terri :

I'm thinking of my career. How my career in finance will be over if this all came out but, as Tom reminds me, for the last month all I have been mentioning is Martika, Candy, Wendy and Donna.

As we're in the car I tell him about Donna's cigarette that she gave me to finish off between her punters. Tom doesn't quite understand, I don't think.

We chat. There's no way I'm doing that. Fuck that. Fuck Martika.

Martika :

The bitch'll come 'round. They always do. Just patience and drip feeding them shit for their ego. Shit that'll excite that slag side of her. That whore side. Chastity is more her than she realises herself.

So I mention my nights on the streets... doing lines of cocaine.... punters that have done me.... the comradery of the other bitches... of the fun we have... the money made. All drip fed, of course, whilst the bitch is at work.

Terri :

Work is tough. I try to let myself go and just be 'one of the girls' and try to live in the moment. I do my job. I run the bank but it's still there... nagging away in the back of my mind.

April, it's there when I wake up and shower.... then, as I lock up after everyone's gone it all comes back. Briefly gone again when Tom and I are out socialising with friends, but... back home.... after we've made love... and I'm drifting off to sleep.... it's like a tsunami.

I'm immersed in these feelings... thoughts... emotions... replaying all the fucking that I have done.... very vivid.

Some mornings I wake up with my fingers in my vagina.

We occasionally chat about it as the weeks go by... and it's getting nearer to when I need to make a decision. Tom says that it's up to me, and I guess that it really is.

I'm scared though.

Martika :

The final week of her 'mulling it over', I've just done the school run, and I get a message. It's Monday morning and I get an "Ok, I'll do it. Send me the details. C x" message from this Terri.

Good. She's using her work name. I like that.

I send her the details...

End Of Part 7.