Amy's Longing

Amy's Longing

Amy sat in the passenger seat of the S Class Mercedes which was being driven by Ron, the very tubby, balding business executive. In the pocket of her faded denim jacket was the £50 he had paid her for a blowjob. Ron was a regular, one of many and Amy, along with several of the other girls that worked Trinity Road alongside her, had learnt how to cater to his request despite his large paunch, which made him very happy indeed.

At least he was happy. Amy and the other girls didn't like going with him, but when you worked the streets, you had to take whatever came your way. She was doubly glad he hadn't wanted to fuck her, or worse still, ask for anal. The thought of bending over and leaning on the bonnet or seat of his car as he stood behind her hammering his cock in and out in this weather hadn't appealed to either of them.

As he drove her back, through the increasingly heavy rain to where he had picked her up from, Amy thought again about her life as it was now. Amy had grown up in care and she had struggled at school. She wasn't in any way, academic. Never had been, even though she tried as hard as she could. Since leaving the care system and school at aged eighteen, and with no qualifications, she had tried, and failed, to find a good, reliable job. In the beginning, just to make ends meet, but more to find enough money just to eat, Amy had reluctantly, started to turn tricks. Two or three times a week, she would blow some guy she had met in a bar for £20 a time.

Then Tasha, a girl Amy had started to hang around with, had introduced her to a guy called Lucas who controlled and ran the street girls in this part of the city. Amy didn't like it but she really had no choice. Now aged twenty-one, and living in a run down flat that Lucas owned with five other street girls, Amy was now resigning herself to the fact that this was her life now and she couldn't see it ending anytime soon.

Or could she?

Every Friday for the last three months or so, Amy had a new regular that she really enjoyed being with. He was called Steve. He was thirty-eight and a widower, his wife having died of cancer three years before and she knew he didn't want another serious relationship for fear of losing her as well. He had told her that. But Amy was starting to suspect, and hope, that he was slowly changing his mind but kept her thoughts, dreams and hopes to herself.

She also knew, like all the other men that came to Trinity Road, that Steve had needs. So every Friday now, he came for Amy and only Amy and she loved it that he did because she had fallen in love with him.

Why? Because, and despite all of the men she had been with, and, she thought, there must have been hundreds, he was the only one who treated her as a woman and not just as a whore. Sure, he paid just like all the others, but instead of a quick blowjob or a hard, sweaty and often uncomfortable fuck in the backseat of a car, or, when the weather allowed, as she was bent over the bonnet or up against a wall, Steve would take her to his apartment, and once there, he would wait patiently as Amy showered before making love with her. And it was lovemaking and not fucking. He would pleasure her just as much as she would him before they both fell asleep with Amy cradled in his arms and her head on his chest. It was the one night of the week that gave Amy hope that there could be something better than what she had at present.

However, it was now Saturday and she knew it would be another week until she saw him again but as Ron turned back into Trinity Road, Amy gasped as she saw, parked a little distance from the Victorian railway bridge under which the girls would wait for the next client to approach them, Steve's distinctive red SUV. As Ron drove past, Amy looked up with hope and longing, and sure enough, Steve was sitting behind the steering wheel and he smiled warmly at her as their eyes met.

"See you next week." Ron said cheerfully as Amy got out of his car.

"Sure. Looking forward to it." Amy lied in reply, smiling thinly as she closed the door then watched as Ron drove away.

Because of the rain, Amy quickly went to the old, dark blue BMW that was parked close to the bridge where she would hand over her recent earnings to JJ, the rat faced, greasy haired and lecherous prick that Lucas 'employed' to keep an eye on the girls who worked Trinity Road and collect the night's 'takings' from them. Amy didn't know what 'JJ' stood for and to be honest, she didn't care. She just knew that she and all the other girls loathed him.

"Another blow?" JJ asked in his irritating, high-pitched nasally voice as Amy handed over the £50.

"That's all they ever want, JJ. Especially in this weather! You know that so why keep asking?" Amy answered flatly. She then held out her hand for JJ to give her her cut. JJ sneered as he always did, separated a tenner and handed it back to her.

It didn't matter what service the clients had been given, (a blow was £50 and a fuck was £80) the girls only got £10 and £20 respectively back each time.

Not much considering they did all the work!

Amy, though, was past caring tonight and she didn't wait for JJ to respond as she turned away and quickly headed for the warmth and tenderness of Steve, still sitting patiently in his SUV for Amy to come to him. Amy was all smiles as she got into Steve's car.

"Surprised?" Steve asked as Amy got into the passenger seat and closed the door.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Amy replied, unable to contain her obvious joy. "But why are you here? It's Saturday."

Steve lent across and took Amy into his arms, pulling her into a tight, warm hug. "I ..." Steve began then paused. "I ... care about you Amy. The weather isn't the best is it? I ... I was worried."

Amy began to sob into his shoulder on hearing his words. No one had ever shown her this much care and concern.

This much ... love?

As they held each other, Amy desperately wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she was in love with him. But she couldn't. Doing so could, even if he did acknowledge how she felt, drive him away and Amy couldn't let that happen. She needed Steve in her life. Longed for a life with him but if this was all she could have, even for one day a week, at least it was something and would be better than nothing.

Steve relaxed his grip on her and kissed her forehead before turning in his seat, pulling his seatbelt across and buckling it in place then starting the engine. As they drove in silence to Steve's apartment, Amy thought more about telling him how she felt and the more she thought, the more questions she asked herself, the more negative it got.

Could this wonderful, caring man really love me back? Could he really love me knowing what I am? Knowing that I'm a street girl? A whore? What man could honestly be ok with a girlfriend who is a whore?

But then, conflicting questions arose. What man, knowing I am a whore, could make love to me as he had the night before? What man could make love to me as he had almost every week for the past three months or so? Also, what man would pay just to be with me when I had my period as Steve had done? What man would want to just be with me to talk, laugh, share a meal and have a drink or two? To just kiss and hold me? To cuddle and sleep with me in his arms? To treat me as a person? As a woman?

Amy then tried to be positive, push the negativity away and think of the night ahead.

Memories of the night before began to fill her mind and her smile slowly began to return. The memories grew stronger as she remembered how he had held her and kissed her for what seemed an eternity. How he had caressed and stroked her body, how he had cupped her breasts and sucked her sensitive nipples and how he had then kissed, licked and sucked her cute little pussy until she had screamed her way through an explosive orgasm and how he had held her and kissed her until her climax had subsided. Amy then remembered taking his thick, hard cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it slowly. She loved how it filled her mouth. When they were together, they were in no rush. They had all night if need be. Both were there for each other and Amy needed that more than anything. She hated feeling alone so she relished every minute that she had with him.

And it wasn't like she was blowing Ron or any of the others to bring them off as quickly as possible. It was gentle and tender. It was sensual, extremely pleasurable for both of them and highly erotic. And later, when she was riding him, she loved the way he would look at her, smile at her and give her time to be herself so she could make love with him how she wanted and needed to, to use him and not be used, until she climaxed again or they came together.

The car stopped pulling Amy away from her wonderful memories. Soon they were in his apartment and Amy, as had become a sort of ritual, headed straight for the bathroom where she cleaned her teeth and took a quick but refreshing shower before drying herself and putting on 'her' nightdress that Steve had hung on the back of the door for her. Actually, it wasn't a nightdress in the true sense of the word and it wasn't actually hers. It was one of his t-shirts that Amy loved to wear whenever she was with him.

It was black and printed on it in gold letters was Whitesnake and below that, the logo for their 1987 album. Amy loved it because it was both his and hers and when, on the rare occasions he didn't have his arms wrapped around her, the t-shirt still was, and to Amy, it was a comfort. It was like he was constantly holding her and making her feel safe, secure and cared for.

When she put it on, its size and length was like she was wearing a mini dress. It was the perfect thing, the only thing, to be wearing when she was with him. Amy never wore panties when she was with Steve. She liked the fact that he knew she was naked underneath and she knew that Steve knowing that, teased him a little.

Amy checked herself one last time in the mirror then left the bathroom in search of Steve and his warm and tender embrace. She found him standing by the window in his living room and as she walked in, he turned and smiled warmly and he held up an opened, chilled bottle of Birra Moretti for her. Amy took the beer and sipped it gently, feeling the cooling liquid slide refreshingly down her throat.

"Tell me," Steve asked as Amy lent her back against his firm chest and his free arm circled gently around her tummy, "How has it been today?"

Amy stared out at the heavy rain now drumming incessantly on the window. "Difficult if I'm honest."

"I thought as much." Steve said in reply and pulled her tighter against him making Amy feel even more safe and secure, even more protected.

Amy didn't want to ever leave Steve or his apartment but again, the negative questions that had filled her thoughts earlier, now returned. Amy continued to stare at the rain streaking and cascading down the glass like one of those water features in a plush reception area to a hotel or corporate office and she knew she could still be out there in this awful weather, waiting in the chill, damp air then servicing whichever sad, lonely man that was brave enough to venture out in search of a quick fuck or blowjob. With winter just around the corner, she thought too, of the other girls that worked Trinity Road and who she shared the flat with. Karen, Izzy, Becky and the two new ones, Stacey and Emily and she was becoming increasingly worried for them. Especially Emily, who at nineteen, was the youngest of them all. But more than anything, after nearly three years working the streets, she was becoming just as worried for herself. Amy took another sip of her beer, placed it on the sill in front of her, then turned in Steve's arm to look up at him.

"I can't go back." Amy finally said, softly. "I can't do this anymore. I can't work the streets and go through another winter. I'm sorry Steve." Amy then began to sob and she buried her face against his chest.

"Then don't." Steve said, just as softly. "I came to find you tonight because I was worried. You're here now, safe and sound. If you don't want to go back on the streets, then don't."

Amy looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I wish it was that easy Steve. If I don't go back, Lucas will throw me out of the flat like he did to Tasha. You remember Tasha don't you? It's awful but it's still something. If I leave working for Lucas, I'll be homeless!"

Steve looked down into Amy's eyes, his face serious but his voice compassionate. "No Amy. No you won't. You can stay here with me."

"Really?" A shocked Amy asked.

Steve bent his head and kissed Amy on the lips. "Yes Amy, really. Look, I know you're in love with me and ..."

Amy gasped, more in surprise than anything else. "You know?" She finally mumbled, her body suddenly stiff with shock.

"Yes Amy I do. I've known for a while how you feel about me and I'm sorry, I ..."

Amy sobbed loudly and she found she could hardly breathe. The thing that she had desperately wanted but had feared to happen was now in the open. The life that she had wanted, had longed for and dreamed of for months, was now ending because she knew he couldn't love her back because he couldn't go through the pain of falling in love then losing them again. Amy struggled and pulled free of his arm then stepped back, her head shaking in disbelief, her body now trembling with fear. Tears streaked her face and she began to wail and sob uncontrollably.

"I ... you too!" Steve was saying but Amy, through fear and panic, didn't hear all his words. All she could hear was her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

"Amy please!" Steve begged as he put down his own beer and took a step towards her.

Amy was scared. Very scared but she did stop and looked up at him. Then she began to wail even louder. "I can't go back! No! No! I can't! Please don't make me go back Steve! Please!"

"Amy, I'm not! You'll never have to go back. I ... I love you too Amy! I want ..."

"You love me?" Amy interrupted, her voice a loud whisper as she stared up at him with wide unblinking, tear filled and disbelieving eyes.

"Yes Amy, I do!" Steve said, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly and soothingly. Amy locked her arms around him and hugged him back just as tightly, fearing that if she let go, she would lose him forever.

"But I thought you said ..." Amy began but Steve silenced her with a kiss.

"I know what I said Amy. And I'm sorry, I should have said it sooner." Steve then relaxed his hug and taking Amy by the hand, led her over to his sofa. Once seated, he gently pulled Amy down to sit on his lap then wrapped his arms lovingly around her waist.

"I know what I said," Steve repeated, "And I'm really sorry for upsetting you, but I've realised life is for living." He then paused. "Yes, being in another relationship scares the hell out of me and I'm not afraid to admit that. But Amy, losing you scares me more. I need you in my life Amy, just as much it seems, as you need me."

Amy thought again of Tasha, the girl who had introduced her to Lucas and the world of prostitution. Tasha had gone to make a life with one of her clients, an accountant if she remembered correctly. If Tasha could do it, then so could she. "I want this so much Steve. I can't begin to describe just how much. But are you sure you want me, knowing what I am?"

"Yes Amy I do!" Steve then paused again to collect his thoughts. "Amy, am I better than you? Are any of the men you've been with better than you?" Amy could only stare at him as her mind struggled to comprehend what he had asked her. "Amy," Steve continued, "the answer to that is no. None of us are any better than you and I want you to believe that."

"But I have sex with men for money!" Amy exclaimed.

"And they have sex with you for money! Amy, darling, it doesn't matter that they are directors or CEO's, or high-ups in whatever corporate world they live in, or just some guy that works in a supermarket or factory. But when they engage with you, or with any of the other girls on Trinity Road, they are exactly the same as you and them."

Amy tried to see the logic to Steve's words but she still found it difficult to come to terms with. "I know no other way Steve. That's all I know. I've tried doing normal jobs, but I'm no good at them. I can't see words properly. They told me I'm dis' ... dis' ..."

"Dyslexic? Yes I know. You've already told me. And in time, once you're settled, we will get you the help you need. I love you and want the best for you Amy. I really do. There's no rush now for you to do anything."

"But I want to pay my way though, Steve. It's not fair for you to support me. I'm not a freeloader. I have to do something. But sex is all I know, I'm sorry. But, I just can't go back to a life on the streets. Sorry." Amy then looked around for her beer, she was suddenly feeling quite thirsty. She then saw the bottles on the window sill and got up to go and fetch them. Amy handed Steve his beer, then sat once again on his lap and they sat and drank in silence for a couple of minutes as they both digested what they had both just said.

"You know," Steve began, "that it's best that we all work to our strengths." He then gestured to his computer that sat on his desk on the far side of the room. "I'm good at coding. I'm a software engineer as you know. I'm also good with numbers and I make money, quite a lot of money actually, by playing the markets." Amy had heard this before but she still couldn't grasp where he was going with this. What he did and how he did it was totally alien to her. "To achieve this," Steve continued, "I use my brain. I'm not boasting, it's just what nature bestowed on me and I use it to the best of my ability." He then paused, took a sip of his beer then slipped his arm around Amy's waist and squeezed her gently. "You on the other hand my love, use your body. And darling, it's a wonderful, beautiful and sexy body. Just as nature intended it to be and you use that to the best of your ability."

"But darling, I'm still selling it for sex." Amy said, still not grasping his meaning.

Steve gave her a reassuring smile, then kissed her lightly on her lips before continuing. "I sell my brain for money. My clients put their faith and money in me and my brain to give them what they have asked for. You, my beautiful Amy, sell them your entire body to give them what they have asked for. In my view, I can see no difference. My brain, your body, it's really all the same."

"I think I can see what you're saying Steve. Does that mean you'll be ok with me selling my body for sex? Will you be ok with me having sex with other men?"

"Of course darling. It is, at the end of the day, just sex. Nothing more, nothing less. You are providing a service just as I am. It is, though, entirely different to the sex we have. We make love because we are in love. And Amy, we have really good sex. Thank you. But the sex you have with a client is just that, sex! Sex with no emotion in its purest and most basic of forms."

Amy slowly began to see the meaning of what Steve was saying and one of her deepest fears, that he would hate her for selling herself for sex, was proving to be unfounded.

"You can't and won't go back on the streets my love. That part of your life is now in the past." Steve added, soothingly.

"But if not there, then where? Working the streets is all I know, but I can't go back." Amy said again, her face tinged with sadness at the awful memories. She suddenly felt weary and laid her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"My love, can I make a suggestion?" Steve then asked after a couple more minutes of silence.

Amy turned her head to look at him. "Of course. I love you and you love me and I know you won't do or suggest anything that will hurt me. What is it?"

"If you agree, I can get in touch with Maisie's."

"What or who is Maisie's?" Amy asked, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

Steve sensed her nervousness and kissed her gently on the lips. "It's a place I know, a place I have been to a few times in the past. I'm sorry love. It's where men, respectable men go, for company and sex. Maisie's is, for want of a better word, a brothel."

Amy's nervousness began to fade and she was now curious. "You've been there? What's it like? And darling, you have nothing to be sorry for." Amy then kissed him back tenderly.

"Thank you Amy." Steve replied, slightly choked. He then cleared his throat before continuing. "It's nice. It's clean and comfortable and it's well run. Maisie, along with her daughter, Michelle, keep it respectable, discreet and exclusive."

"Her daughter?" Amy asked, slightly startled.

"Yes. Call it a family business. Don't worry, it's all above board. Maisie is mid to late forties I guess and Michelle is, I think, about your age, maybe slightly older, mid-twenties. Anyway, Maisie has been in this business quite a while and knows what's what. She has probably been there and done that. She still does I think so that's why she runs her place the way she does. She looks after her girls because they in turn, look after her clients and that is what makes them keep coming back."

"Could I ... I mean, would she let me work there?" Amy asked nervously.

"We can but try. And if not, I promise I will look after you till we find somewhere or something else that appeals to you. But your life on the streets is definitely over. We have time Amy. And I promise, you won't ever have to go back on the streets ever again!" Steve then reached for his phone. Paused while he framed the message in his mind, then he began to type.

"Now we wait." Steve said, reassuringly. "It's late so we might not hear until the morning."

Amy began to feel much better. Just being with Steve was enough. It was how he was with her, the things he said and the way he said them, his understanding and compassion. It was more than she had ever hoped for and more than she had ever dreamed of. Both of them jumped as Steve's phone suddenly beeped with an incoming text. Steve picked up his phone, thumbed the screen and the text appeared for both of them to see.

1pm. Goldfinch.

Amy looked at it with surprise and puzzlement on her face. "Goldfinch? What's Goldfinch?"

Steve smiled. "As well as being a bird, it's also a code. Maisie likes birds, always has apparently, and she uses them as a code for that day's clients to gain entry."

Amy looked even more puzzled.

"Ok." Steve said. "Like I said, the codeword changes each day. If a client, even a regular client, turns up but hasn't booked in advance and doesn't know that day's word, they don't get in."

"Oh I see." Amy said. "That's a good idea. It keeps it safe I suppose." Amy then began to feel nervous again. "Will she want me?"

"Yes love. I'm sure she will. Maisie hasn't said no so I'm guessing it will be ok." Steve then kissed her warmly. "You look tired, my love. Go on. Go to bed. I'll tidy up and join you soon."

"Are we going to make love?" Amy asked, smiling sexily despite her tiredness.

"No." Steve answered and he saw the smile fade slightly from Amy's face. "You're tired darling and you've had a difficult day. I love you for all that you are and not just for sex! You mean more to me than that." Steve kissed her again. "Maybe in the morning after you've had a good night's sleep. How does that sound?"

"I just want to be the best I can be for you Steve. I like ..."

"You don't have to show me you love me by just having sex Amy." Steve said, cutting her off, but immediately regretting it. "Don't think by me saying 'no' means I don't love you gorgeous, because I do! So much! We will have sex. Lots and lots of good, loving sex. But tonight, I want you to rest. We have a big day tomorrow hopefully." By the time Steve joined Amy in bed, she was already fast asleep.

Amy woke gracefully. She felt warm and cosy. She felt safe and secure. But most of all, she felt loved. She heard the clink of a spoon and seconds later, a naked Steve came into the bedroom with two, very welcome, mugs of tea.

Amy looked at his gorgeous, fit body and began to feel, despite just waking up, a wet feeling between her thighs. And he was fit. Amy loved how he looked. He had told her he had played rugby when he was younger, but age, a recurring knee injury and his bereavement had brought his playing days to an end. But he still went to the gym twice a week and because of that, he kept his thirty-eight year old body looking good and to Amy, hot and sexy!

Steve pulled the duvet back and got into bed next to Amy, sitting with his back against the headboard. Spreading his legs, he patted the mattress and Amy quickly sat between them and leaned herself back against his firm chest.

As they sat quietly, drinking the refreshing tea, doubt once again began to raise its ugly head. "Am I beautiful?" Amy asked, her voice quiet and nervous. "I mean, am I beautiful enough to work at Maisie's? Beautiful enough for ... you?"

"Yes you are my love." Steve answered. "You are extremely beautiful. To me, the most beautiful woman I've ever met!"

"Amy I? You're not just saying that are you?"

"You really have no idea just how beautiful you are, do you? So no. I'm not just saying that because it's true."

Doubt though, was still there. So Amy, after putting her cup on the nightstand, moved to kneel between his legs then she turned to face him. Amy then removed the 'Whitesnake' nightdress leaving her naked for Steve to gaze upon. "And these?" Amy asked as she cupped her B cup boobs, "Are they big enough?" Amy always had thought her boobs were too small. She had envied Tasha's D cups and Becky's firm C's. Even the new girl, Emily, had bigger boobs than her.

"Darling! Please stop!" Steve said, smiling. "They're gorgeous! They suit you and me perfectly. In fact, all of you, every bit of you, is perfect! If you don't believe me, just look at what you and they do to me!" Steve then looked down and Amy, following his gaze, saw his cock begin to rise.

Amy wanted him. She always wanted him. But now, as she watched his cock swell and grow, she wanted him more than ever! Amy bent down and took his cock into her mouth. How she loved feeling it grow as she sucked him and how he would comb his fingers through her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his swollen length.

Once he was as hard as steel, Steve pulled Amy up so she could ride him. "Use me darling!" He said softly and Amy was soon bouncing up and down on his rigid hardness as he cupped and kneaded her B cup breasts. This was heaven for Amy and she soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm fast approaching and several long seconds later, Amy cried out in ecstasy as her cum burst through her young, firm body.

Steve then laid her on her back and was soon back inside her, kissing her passionately as he slid his cock in and out of her with slow but deep, measured thrusts. Steve's gentle but firm lovemaking soon brought another orgasm for Amy and her body trembled and shook underneath him as his pace increased until with a loud, guttural groan, Steve emptied his sperm into Amy's grateful pussy.

Just before 1pm, Amy and Steve were standing outside Maisie's. It was a 3 storey townhouse in a nice, respectable part of town and to Amy, it looked no different to the other houses that lined both sides of the street.

"Goldfinch" Steve said into the intercom after he had pressed the buzzer and a tinny, metallic sounding voice had asked for today's codeword. The door lock clicked and Steve pushed open the door and stepped aside to allow Amy to enter first. Always the gentleman! Amy thought as she smiled nervously at him.

Maisie was, as Steve had said, in her mid to late forties. She still looked quite pretty, Amy thought as she led them both into a small but comfortable looking side room. Maisie quickly settled into a chair behind a desk and gestured for Amy and Steve to sit on the sofa that was adjacent to her desk. Maisie was all business but Amy began to feel relaxed as Steve took her hand in his.

"We offer a good, clean, discreet and respectable service here." Maisie began, "So tell me, what do you do? What won't you do and when will you, should you be successful, be available?"

Amy, glad that Maisie had got straight down to business, took a deep breath, several actually, before responding. "Most things I guess. Straight sex, oral and anal. I'm not," Amy paused to collect her thoughts, "not into, what's it called? Oh yes, watersports or bondage. Sorry. Will that be a problem?"

"No. And I thank you for your honesty. I've had girls in here before saying they'll do everything but..," Maisie then waved her hands dismissively. "They soon find they don't like it and leave. However, I don't like that sort of thing either so it's not something my establishment offers anymore. If a client wants that, I tell them to go elsewhere!" Maisie then asked for Amy to stand up and remove her clothes. "Let's get a good look at you shall we?"

Amy did as Maisie had requested. She felt a bit nervous but one look at Steve's calming face helped Amy relax.

"Hmmmm!" Maisie said as she saw the cheap looking underwear and Amy's nervousness reappeared. "So, do you have anything better?" Maisie asked matter-of-factly as Amy stepped out of her panties but before she could reply, Steve spoke up.

"Not a problem. I'll take Amy shopping as soon as we leave here." Maisie smiled at this and nodded her head and Amy gasped but remained silent and she gave Steve a huge 'thank you' smile.

Maisie then twirled her finger indicating for Amy to turn around slowly so she could get a good look at her now naked body. "Nice body. No tattoos or piercings. Nice boobs, firm looking butt and a smooth mound." Maisie said appraisingly. "Yes, I think you'll fit right in here. I can see you becoming quite popular! Now, to availability."

Just then, a young woman entered the office. "Oh! Hi Steve. Nice to see you again. Been a while hasn't it?"

"Hi Michelle." Steve replied, a bit sheepishly. "Erm, yes it has. Michelle, this is Amy." He added as he gestured towards his girlfriend.

"Pleased to meet you Amy." Michelle said enthusiastically. She didn't seem to care that Amy was standing naked in front of her as she then looked at her mother before Amy could return the greeting. "Sorry Mum, but Jodie can't make tonight after all and neither can Suzy. I think Suzy might have quit."

"Oh great!" Maisie said with an exasperated edge to her voice. "Why?"

"Problems with childcare I think." Michelle then shrugged. "No idea about Suzy though, but it's ok. I can work tonight. I don't mind."

"Mmm! But that still leaves us one short and our list is nearly full already. Jess better not quit either." Maisie said to Michelle referring to the third girl that would be working tonight.

"Can I help?" Amy said. "If you want me, that is?"

Maisie studied Amy's face then looked at Steve. "Will you be ok if she works tonight Steve? Short notice I know or do you have other plans for your ... um ... girlfriend tonight?"

"Really?" Michelle exclaimed. "Are you two an item?" Michelle then pouted and stuck out her bottom lip as she looked at Steve, then added jokingly, "So I won't be enjoying your company anymore? Shame!"

"Never say never!" Amy said to Michelle in a mischievous tone before Steve could answer and she turned and winked theatrically at the love of her life.

"No. No plans." Steve said, returning Amy's smile. But he looked at Amy and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Good." Said Maisie. "Provided you can get some nice sexy underwear and also a couple of sexy robes, which I'm sure you will, you can work from 8 till 12 tonight. Michelle will be here to show you the ropes." Maisie smiled warmly. "So Amy, welcome to our little enterprise. I hope you'll be happy here. Now, do you have any questions and please, you can get dressed now."

Amy giggled as she had totally forgotten that she was still naked. "Do I need to bring anything? Other than myself. You know, condoms and lube etc?"

"No," Said Michelle, pulling her gaze away from the young woman getting dressed in front of her. "we provide all of those and towels as well. We shower between each client to keep us nice and fresh." Michelle then hugged a now dressed Amy quite warmly then went to Steve and hugged him as well. "Ok then. I'll see you at..?" Michelle then looked at her mother for confirmation, "7:30?" Maisie nodded her approval. "7:30 then so I can get you settled before the fun starts!" Amy and Michelle hugged again before Michelle left.

"Payment?" Steve asked. "I know what you charge, but how much can Amy expect to earn?"

"Half." Maisie said as though that one word was sufficient explanation.

"Half? Sorry. Half of what?" Asked Amy.

"As well as the services," Maisie began, "we offer our clients, as I said earlier, privacy, discretion and comfortable surroundings. And they pay accordingly. It's a set charge of £150 for the time they spend here regardless if they only take ten minutes or the full forty-five."

Amy, not being academic, looked pleadingly at Steve. "That means, darling, that you will earn £75 per client." Steve said. Then he looked at Maisie. "So I guess, you could potentially earn £300 per shift."

"Is that ok?" Maisie asked a wide-eyed Amy. "And some, but not all, give tips on top."

"Oh my! Really? Oh wow!" Amy blurted. But she then composed herself. "Erm, how many shifts could I, would I, be expected to do?"

Maisie spread her hands. "Four, maybe five a week. Our shifts are noon till four, four till eight and eight till midnight. I would never ask you to work more than one shift per day though. It's good money, for both of us. I'll put you on our rota which I pin up in here, as well as," Maisie checked the sheet of paper in front of her making sure she had Amy's number written down, "as well as sending it to you via text. "

Amy again looked pleadingly at Steve. "£1500 if you do five shifts my love. And, if the list is full of course." He said calmly to her.

"Which Amy, it almost always is!" Maisie added with a smile.

Amy's mind was still whirring at the amounts she could earn and had been since they had left Maisie's and all the time as they walked around the shopping centre. She watched as Steve threaded his way back to her carrying two very welcome coffees as she sat surrounded by shopping bags in a well known coffee house. Steve had spent, to Amy at least, a small fortune on what was virtually a whole new wardrobe.

"I'll pay you back, every penny!" Amy said as Steve sat down next to her.

"In time love. In time." He replied soothingly. "But then, it will all be part of our joint household income now and I'd rather you build up a nest egg and if you want, we could invest some of it. That way, we could make it grow further." Steve thought further. "I'll also introduce you to Harry."

"Who's Harry darling?" Amy asked.

"He's a client of mine. He ... erm, deals with a lot of cash. You can't just keep depositing cash into a bank darling, questions will be asked. Harry is a bookmaker. I'll talk with him, I'm sure he can help but first, probably tomorrow, we'll get you set up with a bank account or two."

Amy looked again at all the shopping bags. "Thank you for all this. This, you, everything, is beyond my wildest dreams."

"You're very welcome, my love." Steve replied and he lent over and kissed her warmly. "Can I ask though, why you said 'never say never' to Michelle? I have you darling. I don't need to see Michelle, or anybody else for that matter."

"You know what my 'job' is darling. What I will be expected to do." Amy said, and she took Steve's hand in hers. "Most, I hope, will be pleasant, one or two more than pleasant and I guess a few not so pleasant. But it will be so much better than what I've ... well, you know." Amy looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper. "But it's still me having sex. I think what I'm trying to say is, I want you to. I want you to see Michelle, and any of the girls at Maisie's. Maisie too if I can go by the looks she was giving you! Darling, I hate the thought of you being alone while I'm having sex. Even if it's paid-for sex. I want you to have lots of sex as well with different ladies. Please say you will. I really want you to because I love you and want you to be happy and fulfilled."

"Can I think about it darling?" A smiling Steve asked, already knowing what Amy's response would be.

"No! No you can't!" Amy said with a giggle. But then her face became serious. "There's something else. Sorry. I want you to, please, could you check on someone for me?"

"Who?" Asked Steve, his voice and expression one of concern at the serious face Amy was now displaying.

"Emily. She's new to the streets and I worry about her. I worry a lot if I'm being honest. She's not built or suited to this life. Street working I mean. She's young, still only nineteen."

"Of course love. If it means that much to you, I can check on her once in a while."

Amy nodded and smiled her thanks. "Go with her Steve, please. Show her warmth and tenderness like you have with me. Make love with her. Offer her a safe and warm place to stay once or twice or," Amy again looked pleadingly into Steve's eyes, "offer her the spare room." Amy's mind was filled with thoughts and ideas, each fighting to get to the front of her mind and Steve just sat patiently and held her hand. "She's like a sister I've never had. Sorry, I must be talking gibberish."

"No Amy, you're not. You're a good, caring and loving person. That's why I'm so in love with you. Tomorrow we'll go to Trinity Road and you can point her out to me." Steve then paused to frame his own ideas in his mind. "Look, it's still early days and you haven't even started at Maisie's yet. But possibly, if Maisie is agreeable, and of course, if Emily agrees as well, there could be a place there for Emily too. I could, if it's ok with you darling, show Emily how to, erm, please a client properly. You know, take the lead sometimes and not just be used like you have been. How does that sound?"

"I fucking love you Steve!" Was Amy's reply.

Just before 7:30, Amy pressed the buzzer. "Hi, it's Amy." She said, now excited and full of confidence for her night ahead. The door lock clicked open and she turned, blew a kiss and waved at Steve who had remained in his car before entering. Michelle was waiting to greet her and to welcome her to her first night working at Maisie's.

Michelle quickly took Amy along a short corridor and entered a room that was tastefully furnished and showed her where she could put her day clothes as well as pointing out the shower. Amy was so happy that she didn't have to dress like a stereotypical street tart anymore. She was glad she could come to Maisie's in jeans or joggers now and not have to parade herself anymore in all weathers in micro-skirts and skimpy tops and she was relishing being able to wear knickers, even if they were the plain, comfortable, wear-everyday variety.

Amy tipped out the contents of her tote bag onto a nearby chair then turning, asked Michelle what she thought she should wear, colour-wise, for her first client of the night.

"Jesus!" Michelle exclaimed as she saw the pile of bra and pantie sets that Amy had brought along with her. "You didn't need to bring that many!"

"I didn't?" Amy asked, confusion evident on her face.

"Oh God no. I only bring two sets and alternate between each one." Michelle giggled. "It's not like they hang around to see if you only have one pair is it?" Michelle studied Amy and her pile of undies then bent down and chose a set in a rich, royal blue. "I think these and the cream robe."

Amy began to undress and became acutely conscious of Michelle watching her every move. When she was naked, Michelle moved to stand behind her and before Amy could either speak or move, slid her arms around Amy, under her arms, and gently cupped her breasts.

"You're beautiful." Michelle breathed sexily into Amy's ear. "Ever, um, been with a woman?"

Amy sighed but made no attempt to move. "No. Never."

Michelle turned Amy to face her. "Would you?"

Amy kissed Michelle gently on her lips. "With you, yes. I think I'd like that. I'd like to try anyway."

Michelle shuddered with anticipation but stepped back to allow Amy to dress ready for the upcoming evening and once she was, led Amy back out into the reception area where she, Michelle and Jess would sit and wait for their clients to arrive. Jess entered Maisie's a couple of minutes later and quickly disappeared to get changed. Jess, Amy noted, was gorgeous, blonde and curvy.

Nervousness again crept over Amy and Michelle, sensing this, took her hand reassuringly in hers. Amy looked up as two men, both well dressed, walked down the stairs and quickly exited. A third then followed behind them a few seconds later and he stopped, smiled and cast a long, lingering look up and down Amy's semi-naked body.

"New?" He asked as he bent down and taking Amy's hand in his, kissed her hand delicately. "May I enquire as to when you're next available my dear?"

"Tuesday between 4 and 8." Maisie answered from the doorway to her office before Amy could reply.

Without turning to face Maisie, he spoke with an air of authority, kept his gaze and smile focused solely on Amy and said, "Then Maisie my love, book me in for 7 with this extremely beautiful young lady."

Amy looked up at him and smiled at his compliments. Other than Steve, no-one had complimented her like he had just done. Amy quickly appraised him. He was tall, dark haired and handsome. Not as handsome as her darling Steve she thought, but he could definitely turn a few female heads whenever he entered a room. She judged him to be about the same age as Maisie. Late-forties or maybe early fifties but he still looked quite fit nonetheless.

His booking made, he kissed Michelle's hand as he had Amy's and also did the same with the returning Jess. His piercing blue eyes settled back onto Amy. "Until Tuesday then." He was gone before Amy could even open her mouth to reply.

Amy stared wide-eyed and opened mouthed at both Michelle and Jess and her face was a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. "Who? Who was that?"

"He's the ACC!"A broadly smiling Michelle replied.

"Sorry? The what?" A still surprised Amy asked.

"Assistant Chief Constable!" Jess answered, herself smiling broadly. "So no trouble with the law here. Be sure and look after him Amy!"

Amy then got her second surprise in as many minutes.

"Amy?" It was both a statement of surprise and a question.

Amy looked up quickly on hearing her name. "Tasha? Is that really you? Oh my God!"

The two young women hugged each other tightly.

"You know each other?" Michelle asked.

"Oh yes!" Tasha replied breathlessly, her eyes not once leaving Amy's. Tasha could scarcely believe it was Amy standing in front of her. "We've worked together before. We must catch up! What's your number? Sorry. Lost yours after Lucas kicked me out and kept my phone."

The sound of the buzzer came from Maisie's office bringing their reunion to an abrupt halt, for now anyway. Maisie asked for and received the day's password, then remembering Amy had struggled with numbers, said she would give Tasha Amy's number.

"Thanks Maisie." Amy said with genuine feeling. Then to Tasha she said, "Call me tomorrow and we'll fix a date."

Amy knew she would like working here as she escorted her first client back downstairs. It wasn't required for her to do that but as he was her first at Maisie's, she felt she should, especially as he had tipped her an extra fifty. He was called Henry and he had been a gentle and considerate lover. Far better than Ron or any of the others that used Trinity Road had been. She thought of Emily and she really hoped that things would work out for her after she would point her out to her darling Steve the following day.

Amy quickly showered after Jess had finished showering then chose a black lace-trimmed bra and thong set to wear for her next client.

Just before midnight, Amy left Maisie's and walked with confidence to Steve's red SUV parked a little way down and across the street. It had been a good night for her. Actually it had been a pleasant and satisfying night. In all the time she had been a street girl, a whore, she had never had such a pleasant night 'working' as she had had tonight. She smiled at the memory of Oliver, her last client of the night, politely asking her for anal. She still found it hard to believe that he had asked her and not just brutally thrust his cock in her arse as had happened quite a few times before. She knew she would need to get used to them waiting patiently as she prepared herself for their hard shafts to push into her bowels.

Working at Maisie's is and would be so very different from what she had had to endure up to now. Tasha, Michelle and Jess, along with the others she had yet to meet would surely advise and help her should she ask. There was also Michelle's offer, and need she judged, for a bit of female only time together and Amy was actually quite looking forward to that. She was game to try anything once and being with her love, Steve and working at Maisie's gave her unlimited amounts of confidence to try. Steve, she knew, would love to watch Michelle and herself making love and she knew that Michelle would love for her darling Steve to join in after they had satisfied each other. Maisie too, was someone special and who she knew she would get along with. Maisie had been quite receptive to Amy's suggestion regarding Emily after she had, if she wanted to of course, been 'trained' by Steve. She was sure Emily would do anything to get away from the streets and especially JJ!

"Nice evening?" Steve asked as Amy slid gracefully into the passenger seat next to him.

"Very." Amy replied with a loving but visibly anxious smile. "You sure you're ok with me doing this? You're not ashamed of me?"

Steve returned her smile and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. "No darling. I love you. I love you so very much!" He looked longingly and lustily into Amy's eyes. "Tired darling?"

Amy knew the look he was giving her so she kissed him back then nibbled his ear before whispering her answer seductively. "No my love. Take me home and fuck me anyway you please!"

THE END