Thought I would share one of my fantasies. While it features reluctance please remember a woman's consent must always be given.
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I sat bored outside on the steps of the house with my mum and dad inside arguing about money again. Since the local car factory shut, both were out of work and money was tight. I had been to countless interviews myself but why would anyone hire a 19 year-old fresh out of school when there were so many more experienced and qualified applicants.
A bright pink leaflet blowing in the wind got caught on the rails near the bottom of the steps. I leaned forward and picked it up. It was for an escort agency. I went to throw it away in disgust but stopped as the price list caught my eye. "That's a lot of money," I thought. "I could definitely do with that sort of cash but I couldn't do something like that, could I?"
"Jess!" my dad shouted.
I stood up quickly, pocketing the leaflet automatically, as I went in to see what was wrong.
I didn't think of it again until the following week. My mum and dad were having another row downstairs after a final demand letter had come in for the mortgage. I was staying out of the way tidying my room when I came across the leaflet from the previous week. I stared at the leaflet for a long time. I had been brought up to believe prostitution was wrong but we really needed the money.
Before I knew what I was doing I was dialling the number.
"What would you like honey," a woman's voice answered.
"I am... am looking for a job," I nervously replied.
"Hold on," the voice replied.
"What do you want," a gruff voice asked.
"I need a job, I wouldn't call but I am desperate and need the money," I replied trying to justify it more to myself than to the man on the phone.
"Do you know what the jobs involved," he asked.
"Yes," I naively replied.
"Send me a picture to this number," he told me and hung up.
I searched through the photos on my phone and found a half decent selfie and forwarded it to the number he gave me. My phone beeped shortly afterwards.
"Naked!" the message stated.
"Fuck it," I thought as I pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra before taking another selfie and forwarding it.
A minute later the phone rang.
"I wouldn't hire anyone without a proper interview but we are short tonight and I have a regular customer demanding a young girl tonight," he told me. "It pays £200 for the works. You keep him happy I will find you more work. You fuck this up and you can forget it."
"It says £300 on your leaflet," I replied.
"House cut," he snapped back. "You want this or not".
"Yes," I replied. It was still a lot of money and we were desperate.
"Room 43 Royal Oak Hotel at 8pm," he said "It's a Mr Smith, we have a lot of Mr Smiths on our books".
"Ok," I replied.
"And tart yourself up a bit love he is paying good money for you," he replied before slamming the phone down.
That only gave me a couple of hours to get ready and get into town. I bathed quickly shaving my legs and pussy before applying heavy makeup to my eyes and fixing my hair. I went to the back of my cupboard and found the box I was looking for at the back. An old boyfriend had bought me a black underwear set. The Basque was a couple of sizes too small but I had never got around to changing it and we had broken up soon after. It would have to do. I threw on a pair of holdups and my highest heels and checked my appearance in the mirror. Satisfied, I pulled on my black mac over my underwear and fastened the belt with a tight knot so it wouldn't come undone.
