The Awakening Of Chastity Ch. 17

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 17 - Scratch That Itch And Make It Work For You.

Terri :

So I've just told Tom that I feel that my life really is falling to pieces. This double life that I am leading, that my friends... or indeed my family have no bloody idea about. That I whore and that I am also a Financial Manager at my bank.

Two entirely different lives. Two entirely different lifestyles.

My husband... the man I love... has offered his support, of course, in whatever way I do decide... but that now, for my own sanity, I have to choose between both lives.

As he himself said : "I think the time has come for you to choose: Take up Martika's offer... your boss... or to leave all this behind. Either way, I'm with you. So, what is it? Working in finance or working on your back?"

I coughed. Nearly choking on my own saliva.

Did he actually say that?

I sip my tea. He reaches out and takes hold of my hand.

"If you leave, you have to give 3 month's notice, right Terri?" he asks.

I just nod. Again, like some mute.

"So... what's your thoughts?"

Another sip of tea.

It does feel that I'm letting the side down.... somehow 'cheating' on Tom... when I find myself saying that I'm scared and that I would really like to do this full-time, but I have no flippin' clue just how my body will cope with all the sex... all the drugs... all the smoking... all that drinking.

"Oh, I think you'll be fine with all the fucking, babe. It might be tiring to begin with but I'm sure you'll get over that very quickly....." he smirks...".. the other stuff? Pacing. You know that Martika wants you to smoke - that's a given, right?" I nod. "... but the drinking and drugs? Just down to pacing. Don't go crazy, ok?"

"Yeah... ok. That makes sense..." I counter.

Martika :

I'm up, sorting out our youngest. Mark is chatting to Miya, on the phone. My phone goes off and it's Terri.

Strange.

She doesn't ring often.... but when that bitch does it's 'cos she wants something.

Quite shocked, but not in a surprised way... more in the timing... bitch wants to work for me, full-time.

Sounds like Tom is all for it... no surprise there... but Terri was inquiring about the money situation.

So, last time we chatted about this shit, I mentioned about the £50k - around 16% of what my bitches earn and I take the rest, naturally - but as an additional 'sweetener', I say that we can bump that up to £60k.

At 19%, and not the 25% that my girls do make, that's good business sense - for me, not her - and we talk a little 'bout, for want of a better term, 'contracted hours', which for me would always be every Friday, Saturday & Sunday. Two other days during the rest of the week too, but two days off as well.

"Listen, just get the fuck over here tomorrow, ok? Saturday's are quite full-on for me with shit. You come over, with Tom, and we'll draw up a contract and talk through some shit, ok? We can have lunch together, yeah? Miya and Jas will be working the brothel, so it'll just be me, Mark and Suzanne, 'k?"

Terri :

I tried to compose myself, took a big deep breath, and then phoned up Martika and talked through things. First thing she said? "'Bout fuckin' time, bitch, that you came around to this..."

She was very cordial.

A huge weight was off my shoulders, making that decision.

We were invited around to Martika and Mark's house, for lunch, and to chat things through. Martika made it clear that I had to be '.. all slutted up..' for the meal. Fine. I'll wear the little Pink leather number, I muse. Not wore that for a number of occasions.

The rest of Saturday, after breakfast and shower and the conversations, were fine. I was more relaxed. Tom was more relaxed. We did our routine - cleaning, shopping, out for a bite and then back home and a nice relaxing night.... just a film on, a couple of glasses of wine, and snuggle up with Tom.

No word of work. No word of prostitution. Or Martika. Nothing. Just.... normal stuff.

Late-ish night to bed... bonking, of course, and then sleep with my arms around Tom.

I wake up to him not there but stir to the sound of the kettle clicking off, downstairs.... the scraping of butter on toast... the chink of a glass.... and footsteps.

Breakfast in bed. How nice.

Greeted with a kiss. I shuffle up into a good sitting position and Tom puts the tray on my lap... and then I eat and drink, as Tom sits by my side.

"You excited 'bout today, babe?" he asks.

"A little..." I comment back, between mouthfuls of toast.

Toilet..... shower.... change into slutty Chastity - black heels and fishnets, the aforementioned pink leather mini, a pink lowcut 3/4 sleeved jumper, black and gold 3 inch thick belt.... bangles... necklaces... pendants.... rings... including a thumb ring..... big hooped earrings.... heavy makeup....

Yeah... you could say I looked the part..

Heavy perfume...

Bingo!

Naturally, Tom had his way with me... inside me... heavy rutting.... slapping... with deep... hard thrusts...

... all the time, muttering under his breath "You're doing it, becoming a full-time whore..."

It was turning him on... it was certainly turning me on!

Post sex, I reached over to the bedside table drawer and brought out my handbag.... taking the cigarettes and the lighter from it... drawing a cigarette from the half-smoked packet... to my lips... then lighting up.

Deep inhale..... exhale...

'I'm nearly there. Nearly Chastity the hooker. Full timer. Just like I'd been telling my punters for the last few years.'

I get up, take a last drag. The residue of Tom leaks gently down my leg. That all too familiar feeling. I fluff up my hair, pick up my bag and pull on a trenchcoat. I'm still conscious of my neighbours seeing me like this.

Tom and I head out, lock the door behind us, as we wave to a just-over-the-other-side-of-the-road-an'-up-a-bit neighbour, before getting in the car and driving over to Martika's.

The drive is quiet..... with the exception of Radio 1 playing, in a low key fashion, over the car radio... but I can sense Tom's smiling.

As we drive up, I unclip my belt, and shimmy off that trenchcoat.... on the seat... so I'm just in my slutty gear, as Martika requested.

She herself greets us at the door.... decked in one of the usual tight white leather mini skirts.... meticulously made up and, customary, cigarette in hand.... she asks us in.

Mark is just with their youngest, giving her some fruit. He looks across to me and Tom, smiles, and offers his hellos.

Martika opens her packet of cigarettes and offers me one. I dutifully take one and light it up.

She makes the drinks. Tea and coffee, to begin with.... then we settle down to talk 'shop'.

Martika :

So, Terri and hubby, Tom, come over for lunch. I make them teas, and one for Mark, before we all sit down... me with a glass of OJ... and talk things through.

We exchange pleasantries, of course, and Tom asks where Jas and Miya are. They're working the brothel, naturally, and doing alright. I introduce them to Suzanne, who've they've never really met before, being as they're always over at the crack of dawn rather than daytime.

That shit over with, we talk things through. I hand them over a paper. Drawn up by Mark, naturally. A contract. A contract to work exclusively for me for £60k a year.

It then goes into detail, explaining all the little things, like the working hours in the brothel - Sunday through Thursday, 10am until midnight.... Friday & Saturday, 10am until 3am - with the mandatory Friday, Saturday, Sunday when all the bitches work, then 2 other days of the week too. So 5 day working shift.

I explain the dress code - the bitch is wearing it well - the whole 'no panties' ethos and the smoking thing.

She nods to that. Good.

"In terms of drink and drugs, it's really up to you, Terri. I know you like the coke. You do it enough. That's fine. As long as you can do the shit that I pay you for. The rest? I don't care. You get too fucked up and not able to do your gig then you're no use to me. Got that?"

They understand.

"So, you fuck whoever comes through that door, 'k? That's it."

I sip my juice....

"... and, for that, every 4 months, you'll be given £20k, ok? First £20k up front, if that's ok, and then we'll sort shit out 4 months after that, and so on and so on."

"How much time do you have to give in your old job?" I ask.

Terri takes a drag of her cigarette. "..3 months..." and exhales overhead.

"That's fine..." I continue.

"One other thing though..." I lean forward to emphasize the next sentence. ".. you think of screwing me out of money... of leaving this without any notice and I will break your fuckin' legs! Do your job, do the hours, an' you'll be paid well. Run off with £20k before working for me... well... things will happen."

"You feel me?"

Bitch understands.

"I've been good to you so far, haven't I? That's because I've put my trust in you. Keep that up and you'll do great. That's all I ever ask for."

Terri :

So, we chat and, god... one point, Martika says that if I run off with her money that she'll "... break my legs.."

Scary.... but I understand.

It goes without saying, that I reply back that I wouldn't.

"Oh, I'd not do that. Why should I? I've done this, albeit part-time, for the last 3 years. I've worked for you for nothing, so why should I do that kind of thing now?"

"That's ok then. Coke?" is what she answers, just before banging out a couple of lines... before her... me and Tom.... Mark and Suzanne popping into the front room for something just minutes before... out of sight.

I'm offered... I accept.... and bang out a couple of lines myself.

This has all become quite commonplace, over the years. I hardly register that Tom is in the room. Conditioned, by Martika and her girls, to just bend over that plate, rolled up note in hand, and just snort up what's there.

I tweak my nose, look to Martika... look to Tom.... and smile.

Lunch is being finalised.... nearly ready... so there's more chat... until... Martika serves up and we all eat at the table. Glass of wine for me and Mark... Tom refuses 'cos he's driving.... and Martika, the recovering alcoholic that she is, just has more fruit juice.

We tuck it. Vegetarian Sunday roast. Martika is a good cook.

Martika :

We eat and drink. Tom and Terri talk through the points and, after lunch, they sign up.

Good.

I tell her that now she needs to tell the fuckers at her work.... well.... any shit really. Whatever. But to hand in her notice and then, a month from that date - that she tells me - she'll get the first instalment.

Seems like they're quite surprised by that, but I confirm that that is the plan.

Good. Yet again.

They stay for a few hours and then we ask them to go.... after all, I'm working later on, and we have shit to go through.... me and my Mark..... and just want some time together.... before I have to get my shit together to sell myself.

Terri :

It's a nice few hours. Mark is a great host. Martika is a good cook. Tom's taking everything in his stride....

... and I?

I have a plan.

We thank them for their hospitality... after a few more alcoholic drinks are drank, some more cigarettes are smoked and a bunch more lines are inhaled.... and leave.

Nobody's around as we pull into our drive, so... no trenchcoat this time. Just get out and, brazenly, get in.

So, in... light up a cigarette... and ask Tom his thoughts...

He's smiling... almost squealing with delight.

Brief chat about what I've just done.... my copy of the contract in my hands.... cigarette finished off.... then he, literally, drags me upstairs to bone me.

Sunday's just Sunday.... catching up with family, household chores and all the non-interesting stuff.

Monday? Deep breath. Nervous as I get up, shower and change... getting ready for work.

The drive? Stuck in traffic. Damn. More time to think.

Am I doing the right thing? Is this just.... fuckin'...... mental?

Why go from a high-flying job, with great fellow workers...... to this?

I get in, greet everyone there and before they can start talking about how their weekend had gone I just dropped the bomb.

I just wanted to get it out of the way, y'know?

Naturally, I didn't say "Hey... guys... I'm finishing up working here 'cos I have this side-gig working a brothel that just thrills me to the bone and I've decided to go after it full-time..."

Nope!

I made mention of family, that that was why I regularly had those Friday's off... and that, with age and illness - god, I feel so shameless with these lies - that I have to step down to look after my family on a more regular basis.

Lot of shock, lot of sympathy from one and all.

Few hugs and rubbing of shoulders. Made me feel quite emotional.

I did end up crying....

During the day I formally write up my letter of resignation, to head office. In between customer's issues. I get a reply back that it's been accepted.

During my lunch break I send a text to Martika, telling her I've sent it... getting a reply back, shortly afterwards, just stating 'Good. M x'

Carmen was nice. Getting me cups of tea throughout the day. Same the next day, only Matt was working too. I swear his jaw dropped when he heard the news.

"Terri, so sorry 'bout this. You're a freakin' amazing boss.." he told me, at one point.... not letting me go from a tight clutch.

He's always seen me as his 'big sister', so I get it.

The week went a bit like that. Shocking people. Phone blowing up, from work people, that were sending hugs. Seeing people who were sad, some who were planning my leaving 'do'... and then back home afterwards... to Tom... and spewing out all this guilt over the lies I was telling.

The following week, of course, was my work week at Martika's. Plus, of course, my monthly check up.

All clear as I get in my car and drive over to the brothel.

Get out.... light up... meet Jen at the door... put my coat up on the peg - I have my own peg - and greeted by Jasmin, Amanda and Sofia... who are all there, with Martika - naturally - and just talking and getting their shit together.

Donna and Chrissy came next.... I think Chrissy gives Donna a lift...

"Mornin' bitches!" comes the customary introduction from Donna as she comes in. She stops, smiles at me and gives me a hug.

"I hear my blood sister here is gonna be a full-timer?", she smirks and takes a drag of her cigarette.

"Sure, girl..." is my reply.

'Blood sister' as in, of course, when we do 'H' together, we share needles.

We get in, Martika's first orders are, of course, to ".. do some fuckin' lines..." and, one by one - with exception of Jasmin - we take our place at the table, roll the £5 note and put it to our noses and do a bunch.

"Always better after doing cocaine" mutters Sofia, as she gets up.

Pep talk from Martika and then our day starts.

Jen lets the first punter's through the door...

Jasmin.... Donna.... Sofia....

Music's low.... the big screen TV is on.... both low.... but can still hear Jasmin's punter doing her.

As she finishes and head's downstairs with her punter, another comes through the door, wanting me.

Time to grind out that cigarette, straighten my skirt, and escort my guy up the stairs.

As I nip to the loo, Donna's just finished up with her man.... she winks at me as we pass on the landing... and takes him down the stairs and out the door.

Time to do the business....

He's naked... except for his socks.... and lying on the bed... as I get in the room.

I'm crawling over him.... my legs straddling his..... I smile a seductive smile.... pull up my little leather skirt..... and guide his penis towards me as I impale myself on him. He slides in easy as I find I'm always excited... always moist.... always ready to take cock.

I compliment him on his member... filling my snatch.... as I buck and ride him... slowly, at first... then picking up the pace.... as I lean forward... towards him..... and go deeper... and deeper...

He's moaning... sighing....

So am I...

"C'mon, lay me..." I mutter, under my breath, as I ride him hard.... to eventual completion...

20 tiring minutes... as I pull myself off of him... and, as per, his essence starts to pool on my vagina lips before making their way down my thigh onto the banding of my fishnet stockings..

It is what it is.

I pull down my skirt.... and tell him to get up and dressed.

... as he does so, I run my hand across the small of his back, telling him "You're my first today, baby..."

He stops to smile.

We head down. I walk him out and thank him.

Back into the back room, Donna is sorting out her 'works' and prepping out some heroin to shoot up. She looks up, smiles... sees me...

"Fancy some, bitch? Want a ride?"

"Sure!"

She plunges the needle into herself... draws some blood, before shooting the fiery liquid into herself... swabbing herself off... then loading up a dose for me... as I'm sitting by her side, prepping my vein...

"Ready, girl?"

I nod.

Shoots up..... feels great....

Then I nod out..

I'm woken by Jen.

"Babe, there's a punter asking for you..."

I'm groggy... reach for my packet of cigarettes... draw one out... and light up...

Deep drag... inhale.... exhale.... then move my arse...

Smile to my punter... take his hand.... and lead him upstairs.

I'm on the bed, skirt pulled up, digging my heels into the mattress, legs spread...

Taking intermittent drags of my cigarette as my punter, who I've not bothered to register what his name is... although he has told me... gets inside me and starts to really move.

"C'mon, babe... lay this bitch... you know I want it..."

Hard, deep thrusts.... in my numbness I'm quite impressed with his athleticism..... never pausing.... just going, as they say, hell for leather.... and then, speaking of leather, he clutches my leather skirt encased hips... hard.... pulling me onto him.... as he cums hard.... deep....

I feel him shrink, inside me, after he's done the deed.

"I liked that..." he mutters, caressing my face as he gets off the top of me...

I get up, wiggle down the skirt to look a bit more ladylike, and thank him as he's getting re-dressed.

Right... next punter!

I'm barely showing my guy the door when Jen stops me with another prospective punter... wanting my arse.

Fine.

Whatever.

We're passing Donna on the stairs, coming down. I give her a wink.... then in the bedroom with my new conquest... skirt up.... bent over to bed... as he enters my rectum.... rubber on.... and bangs away at me...

Over the last 3 years or so, I've come to enjoy a good rogering up my bumhole.... it's the money maker of any good hooker, as punters always get charged more for it.

I feel him pulling out, and taking off his rubber... throwing it into the bin by the bed.

Job done.

I'm back downstairs... Jasmin is making tea for herself... asks if I want one.

"Sure.."

I'm sipping at my tea... and we both pull....

Separate punters... of course....

I blow mine, 'cos that's all he wants, and then get back to my cup of tea.... just the right temperature.

I'm up and down those stairs another handful of times - 4 I think... maybe 5 - in fairly quick succession, before there's a bit of a break and I'm just relaxing, lighting up a cigarette and watching something on the news on the big TV..

Then... up again, straightening my skirt, for my next before I get to have lunch.

I'm starved! Balling punters really increases your appetite.

So, whilst we're all having lunch - a mix of past and salads for the girls, mainly - we chat and talk comes 'round to the rest of the tarts hearing that I am going to go full time soon.

Amanda stops eating. "It can be a bit off for our partners, but I knew Tom'd be good for this. You enjoy it. He enjoys you enjoying it. New career? Simple."

"Mum really likes you..." states Jasmin. "Glad you're here." she smiles... I smile.

"Yes, you are nice. You earn well and I like you...", another vote of confidence from Sofia.

"To be honest, the worry that I have is all the fucking and all the drugs. How I'll cope."

Donna smiles... the laughs a little chuckle.

"Your body'll get used to it. The drugs help, but you'll be sore for a little while then it'll be..." starts Amanda.

".. piss easy.." buts in Donna.

Smiles abound, after she says this. Jasmin nods her head. She's new to all this too. This 'full-time' thing, like I'll be... soon.

Food ate... then back to it.

Donna and I shoot up as Amanda, Sofia and Chrissy bang out lines of cocaine.

"Our secret, bitch. We don't tell Tom this, right?" says Donna, pulling down the plunger...

This time, I get up and reach for a cigarette. I try to keep myself active and not 'zone out'.

I'm alright.

Jen shows through a couple of punters that wants to tag-team me. Am I for that? Well.... sure.

I smile.... finish off my cigarette, stubbing it out in the ashtray.... and join them.

Jen does her duty by emptying the overflowing ashtrays... I can see her out of my peripheral vision... as this procession - punter, me, punter - head upstairs.

A Chastity 'Sandwich', so to speak.

So, bent over the side of the bed.... my first punter on it... legs dangling down.... likewise his jeans... and his erect cock being slurped on.... my hair wafting... bangles clanking... as I try to steady myself... and my second punter has my skirt up.... riding me... balls deep in me...

Moans.... groans... whimpers.... even some "Oh my fuckin' good night!" comments for good measure...

Second punter... Mike... suddenly stiffens up... and cums deep in me.

"Ok, me now.." says my oral punter, as he pushes me up for a moment's respite, before he and Mike swap places, so now I'm blowing Mike... and getting rammed by that first guy.

"God, you're fuckin' wet!" exclaims my guy, finding my vagina with his member..... then... inside..

He braces himself...

I brace myself...

I remove my mouth from the penis in front of me... look over my shoulder... at the punter...

"Well, give me a good seein' to then..." I utter, seductively.... before lowering myself, again, to suck that still erect cock.

My punter behind.... he gives me a good seeing to.

Another emission of semen in me.

I walk out, tired... on my feet.... but with two very happy... and fulfilled punters in tow..

Down the stairs, I get a stroke of my bottom from each before they leave.

Donna's in the back room.

"That was nice..." I comment and smile.

Donna echoes that smile back.

The rest of the evening is just like that. Spurts, if you pardon the pun, of activity. Some rest. Some time for a bite to eat. I lean into doing some of the coke in the later hours... trying to straighten up from all the H that I've been taking.

All so I can drive myself home.

First time.

Tom said that he's got some family stuff to attend to today.... well, now yesterday.... and that he wasn't able to take me to my 'work'. Fine. I have to get used to it myself, right? I'm a big girl now.

But he's at home in the evening, so he'll be awake when I drive home.

Martika :

Busy night on the streets. My slags have done really well and made a good amount. As you, April, were hanging around I paid them each their money, keeping the rest.

We'd gone over to the brothel and.... there's no Tom. That's a first. He's usually there, but not today. Anyways, my Jas and Chrissy are the last ones to finish up tonight. We join Jen at the front of house, just talking shit for a little while then go in to the lounge where Donna, Sofia, Chastity and Amanda are just relaxing... smoking... doing coke.

Turns out it's been a good night for them too. Jen tallies up each of their earnings and I pay them, each in turn, from the money that I've collect.

Obviously not Chastity.

The girls are happy with their earnings.

Good.

We talk some shit for a while until the last of the punters have gone.

I tell Chastity that she's done good tonight and tell her to get back home to Tom.

End Of Part 17