Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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We had been at tier three for almost four weeks. The amount of money we'd earnt was obscene. I only hoped we actually got to see it. The more time I spent undercover as a hooker, the more I got taken in by it all. It was a glamourous lifestyle with our every wish catered for, except for our freedom. We were showered with gifts and clothes. We never had to spend a penny, everything was paid for by the brothel or the clientele.
I kept track of how much money I'd earnt and it added up to forty eight thousand pounds. I'd sold my body to ninety six different people and every experience had been different. I had a couple of regulars and I worked six nights a week. On my day off I would spend time with Tammy and she would teach me more about tantra and the esoteric side of the body. I had never been so in touch with my own feelings, emotions and senses in my life. She was extremely knowledgeable and I loved spending time with her. We kept our relationship a secret, for fear of being split up and would only see each other for sex once a week. Even Aggie didn't know about our relationship.
Tammy had earnt a lot more money than me and Aggie was a close third. We had become friends with some of the other girls at G-Spot Deluxe. A girl called Chloe and another called Sara had joined our clique, but they were not as close as the three of us.
Sara was a natural blonde and was petite and cute. She had huge eyes and looked about eighteen despite being twenty four. She swore all the time and her language was worse than mine and that was saying something. She specialised in age play and was usually dressed as a school girl in the shortest skirt possible, complete with pig tails and white virgin panties. She pulled the image off perfectly, especially with her long white socks, white blouse and school tie, loosely tied around her neck like a rebellious teenager. We got on really well and she loved to play the innocent with her clients and pretend like she'd never had sex before. She often got put over peoples knees and spanked for being a naughty girl and swearing. I liked her a lot and she was great fun to be around.
Chloe was dark haired like me, but hers was cropped short and spikey. She looked like a rock chick and often wore clothing to match. She was into piercings and her nipples and clit were pierced as were her inner labia. She loved anal play and her party piece was to insert six golf balls in her ass and push them back out while she was fucked in the pussy. She said it was a truly magical feeling. I could see the attraction of feeling full and although I could fit a golf ball in my ass, I thought six of them might be too much.
We'd all been at G-Spot Deluxe for a similar amount of time and would often get new photo shoots done together for our menu profiles. It would be playful and fun to watch each other posing, trying to out do on another with outrageous poses. The time had passed quickly for us all and some days I would forget what I was really there for. All of our ratings were good and I could see us moving to tier four very soon.
We didn't have to wait long.
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We were sitting in the lounge area and Aggie was telling us about her previous night's client.
"He told me he couldn't cum unless I sat on his face, bare assed and flicked his balls with the end of my cane while I jerked him off," she laughed.
"Fucking freaky cunt!" cursed Sara, swearing as usual.
"I tossed him off for about ten minutes and forgot I was sitting on his face. The poor fucker nearly suffocated," she continued.
We laughed at her story telling. She always made it sound funny.
"I'm serious," she said. "He was gasping for breath when I got off his face. It seemed to trigger him off and as I was asking him if he was ok, his cock started spurting like a fountain all by itself."
Chloe was holding her sides she was laughing so much.
"I thought I'd get a bad review from the guy, but he said it was the best he'd ever had. He's coming back next week for another go," she continued, her face dead pan.
"You should smother him with your tits next time. They're bigger than you ass," I joked.
"No. He says its my ass or nothing. Maybe he likes the smell or something. He was a weird guy."
"Some men love the smell of pussy and some like the smell of ass," said Chloe. "I once had a guy who loved to stick his nose right into my butt hole and just sniff it while he wanked himself off. I didn't even need to do anything. That was the easiest thirty pounds I'd ever made."
We all laughed again just as Patrick came in. He was the manager of G-Spot Deluxe.
He waited for us to calm down and then addressed us as a group.
"Ah excellent. You're all together, my feisty five. Can I see you all in my office please?" he said politely.
"Yes Patrick, of course," said Tammy.
We all followed along behind him still giggling about Aggie and Chloe's stories. We sat on a large sofa that wasn't big enough for us all, so Tammy and Sara sat on the arms of the sofa.
"Right girls. You've all been here for about four weeks and I have a surprise for you. How would you like to have a trip out?" announced Patrick.
I couldn't believe my ears. I hadn't been outside in over a month.
"What? Where to?" asked Aggie, sounding surprised.
"To the bank to see your money and set up your access details," he added.
I was in shock. I thought the money was all a ploy to get us to work harder. My understanding was that once we got to tier four we would be shipped abroad. My plan was to find out where and find out who was responsible and then bring them to justice. The other girls didn't know this of course. They thought it was a legitimate business and that they'd all leave after tier four and collect their money.
"You're letting us out to see our money?" I repeated.
"Yes. We want you to trust us. We cannot move you to tier four if you don't believe that there's money waiting for you. You need to understand we are for real. I understand you had concerns Rebecca. Izzy told me."
"How do you know we won't escape?" I asked.
"Why would you? I think there's over forty grand in there for you. Don't you want it?"
"Yes of course I do."
"And you'll earn a lot more at tier four," he added.
"When the fuck do we go to tier fucking four?" swore Sara.
She really was a potty mouth.
"One step at a time girls. Go with Tony this afternoon to the bank. You will be shown to your relative safety deposit boxes and will need to register your finger prints. Your finger print will be all the identification you need in future to access the box once you leave tier four. Once you're all happy we can move all five of you to tier four."
"Holy fucking shit," said Sara, excitably.
