After my second visit, it was almost two months before I went to see Joanne again. A few days after I'd seen her I passed a woman in a shop that for a moment I honestly thought was her. It wasn't, and if it had been I'm sure she would have pretended to ignore me - our relationship was strictly business - but some of the fear I'd initially felt about visiting a hooker returned for a while.
It also wasn't as easy as simply popping in when I felt like it. The round journey to the brothel plus the time inside added up, and finding a plausible excuse for continually disappearing on a Monday night was difficult. I had no intention of telling anyone what I'd been doing, there was too much at stake.
However, I was lucky enough one Monday evening to find myself driving back from a work conference, and my route would take me close to where I wanted to be. I figured if I only paid for a 30 minute appointment, I could explain myself without too many problems.
I pulled up on the street some distance from the house so that the purpose of my trip wouldn't look too obvious. I wondered if the neighbours had any idea of what went on inside; it sat on a fairly normal road dotted with detached and semi-detached houses, but surely some curtain-twitcher had spotted the comings and goings?
Before I could get out I noticed a man walk up to the front door and shortly afterwards step inside. I remembered that the women liked to keep the customers apart, and in any case I didn't much want to be seen, so I waited a couple more minutes before making my own approach.
Again it was Heidi that opened the door. I followed her up the stairs, as ever watching her ass as she ascended before me. Today she wore a tight white dress which just about covered her ass and a pair of white hold up stockings. I approved.
The room she led me to was smaller than the ones I'd previously used, and frankly pretty shabby. Some tired 1970s-style patterned wallpaper covered the walls, the carpet was threadbare, and unlike the other rooms only a single bed was available. Heidi spoke:
"Did you want to see Joanne again, Daniel? You're out of luck I'm afraid, a guy came in just before you and went off with her."
"Oh. Do you know how long for?"
"She'll be an hour. He must have been keen, she opened the door to him and he booked her without asking to see anyone else. Young lad, looked terrified, I reckon it's probably his first time. He reminded me of you the first time we saw you."
Her cheeky joke helped to hide my disappointment, and I had always found Heidi attractive. I definitely wanted sex again, and was in no mood to simply walk out.
"Anyway, do you want to see me, Daniel? There's four of us today, but Sam and Sarah are both taken too, so it's me or bust unless you want to wait half an hour for one of them."
"Sure, it's about time I saw a lot more of you."
"Ha! Nice flirting. How long?"
"Just 30 minutes."
"Is that all I get?"
"No! I really don't have much time!"
"Relax, I'm teasing! 30 minutes is fine."
I paid her with an extra fee for oral, and while she disappeared with the money I undressed and sat on the low bed. As I waited for her to return I noticed something unusual. Set in one wall at about head height there was a slim pair of small wooden doors, about the size of a bathroom cabinet but they were hinged against what looked like a picture frame.
