I moved to Amsterdam when I was eighteen and just like you I expected the typical stereotypes that surrounded the city. I expected every street corner to be filled with prostitutes and every coffee shop to reek of weed. However, I was completely wrong about it and these things only made up a small portion of a city that is rich in culture.

For a few months, I was in a comfortable office job making far more money than I ever dreamed of. I was living the high life in the city. I was going to exotic restaurants almost every night and purchasing the very best clothes as well as jewellery. It all seemed like a dream come true until I was called into the boss’ office. My whole world crumbled in an instant when he told me that there was going to be significant cuts in the whole business. I sat back in my chair and thought deeply about it, I couldn’t help but release a few tears as I knew that it would be tough to replenish the income that I was receiving from the job.

After the setback of been made redundant, my confidence took a knock and I contemplated moving back to my parents in the countryside, although I had always dreamed of living a glamorous lifestyle in the city. For days, I sobbed over the loss of my job. I didn’t eat or even leave the house; I was in a deep state of depression and just wanted this whole nightmare to end. As I watched the television, I noticed a couple of recruitment advertisements which took my fancy. I seemed to be saved.

The next couple of years, I was working full time and bouncing between jobs around the city. Life was tough but I was still scraping through my rent. My bank account definitely wasn’t blooming like it once was and after food and rent, I barely had a cent to my name. Money was tight and I underestimated how fast life can change, one day you’re sat in an office, eating expensive meals and wearing designer clothes, the next you’re eating from the saver menu and looking through the bargain bins at the clothes shops.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, one night after returning home, I had a letter from the landlord. I opened the letter, my hands shaking the entire time. My rent was being increased and I knew immediately that I couldn’t afford it. However, I stuck with it. This house was my home and I was going to try my best to keep it that way.

Through the months, I struggled to keep up with the demanding rent, even to the point where I no longer used public transport and walked everywhere no matter what the weather. I took all the overtime I could get and as it came up to Christmas, I was made redundant yet again. I had no more options to take, by this time, jobs were beginning to thin and there were no temporary Christmas jobs left. With my head in my hands, I started to think about what else I could do.

It was two days before Christmas when I received my eviction notice from my landlord. I stared at the paper for hours with tears in my eyes, this was it, my dream life was coming to an end and I’d be stuck shovelling pig shit back home. I couldn’t go back to that, I needed money and there was only one other thing that I knew I could do…

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The ice cold wind lashed around the buildings as the winter’s sun set in the distance. Snow piles decorated the sides of the pavement and road. Christmas lights began to light up one by one in front of me as I quickly walked through the city. My coat was barely enough to keep me warm from the harsh winds. My dirty blonde hair was quickly becoming a mess and blowing into my face. The cold started to make my crystal blue eyes water as I trudged on.

People charged past me, wanting to get home for Christmas. Their shoulders brushed mine as I thought deeply about what I was about to do. Darkness swept in quickly and snow began to fall as I carried on my journey. When the crowd began to thin, I put my hands in my pockets and was alone with my thoughts. A mixture of emotions overcame me, sadness, anxiety and shame. I thought about my parents and wondered what they would say about their failure of a daughter. More tears began to run down my rosy, red cheeks.

I continued to walk until I reached the next canal. Pausing for a moment, I looked down at the water. The choppiness distorted the glimmers of street lights and the wind continued to howl around me. I wanted to end it there and then but I knew there was one last opportunity for me. Taking one last glimpse at the lights, I carried on down town.

The snow started to get heavier as I looked into the distance. A soft red glow began to stretch across the main road as I approached my destination. The streets began to fill once more as I got closer. The lights began to get brighter and the smell of cannabis began to fill the air. I was no longer in the innocent city centre; I was now in the dirty backstreets of the red light district.

The streets were packed with tourists as they wanted to see how filthy this place truly was. Groups of drunken men taunted one another as they walked past the windows, gaggles of ladies looked on in disgust and curious couples couldn’t believe their eyes. I had only ever been to this part of the city once and I couldn’t believe I was here again.

I started to walk along the canal, glancing at the girls behind the glass doors. It was a strange spectacle to see but every one of them mesmerised me. I wondered if they too were in the predicament that I was in, if they started out life in the fast lane and then things made a complete U turn and they wound up here. Despite all the bright lights, it was truly a dark and eerie place. I carried on walking down the street, even with all the cameras and police activity, I didn’t feel safe.

As I walked further into the unknown, a hooded figure began to approach me. I felt uneasy as he looked at me and carried on his way. Unnerved, I took a deep breath and walked into the next brothel. The heat hit me like a ton of bricks as I entered. Three of the women looked at me curiously as I moved into the room.

They were pretty husky ladies who looked like they were in their late thirties. Each of them pierced me with the same cold stare. The contrast in all three of them was astounding. The lady on the right had chiselling brown eyes with immaculate brown hair. Her figure was complimented by a gorgeous white and black bra and panties set. The lady in the middle looked like the youngest of the three, her eyes were a pale green colour and her hair was a biscuit ginger colour. She was also wearing a classy bra and panty set. The last woman struck me the most as she scowled in my direction. Her eyes were a deep blue and her hair was bright blonde as if she had just dyed it. Unlike the other two she fashioned a rather gorgeous corset with a pair of stockings.

“What do you want?” the blonde lady asked sharply.

“Hallo, I was wondering if you had any vacancies.” I replied softly as a tear ran down my cheek.

“I’m not the person you should be asking,” she responded before tilting her head over her shoulder, “Diederik!”

She returned to her stare as the door opened behind her. I looked at my feet as footsteps echoed around the room. I heard a deep, gravelly voice whisper quietly to the girls. I looked up to see a tall man in a shirt and trousers hovering over the women. He spoke very bluntly and as he finished his sentence, the women dispersed.

“Hallo, my name is Diederik,” he introduced himself. “I understand that you are in need of money, correct?”

“Ja,” I replied instantly. “I recently lost my job and I’m about to lose my house.”

“I’m sorry to hear my dear,” he responded softly. “How much do you want to work for me?”

“What?” I asked.

“You heard,” he replied.

“Please sir, I need the money.” I begged, “If I can’t pay the rent, I’ll lose my house.”

“Okay girl,” he answered, “I’ll give you an opportunity, don’t let me down. What are you going to wear? Do you have any sexy underwear on? Any lingerie? Anything?”

“No,” I responded, “I didn’t expect to be starting tonight.”

“Well of course, you start straight away in this business.” He laughed. “I’ll give you something for tonight only but if you make the money, you’ll have to bring your own stuff in future.”

He moved over to an old oak wardrobe and quickly opened the door. The door sent shivers down my spine as a shrill squeal left its hinges. Diederik pottered about for a few moments in the wardrobe, looking at each outfit as he carefully made a selection. He muttered to himself under his breath as he tried to find the best possible outfit for me.

“You’re quite a slender girl, blonde, blue eyes, very pretty, how big are your tits dear?” He asked as his head was still buried in the wardrobe.

“What?” I asked again.

“Come on girl, you’re going to be fucking complete strangers that you will never see again tonight.” He laughed, “Surely you can at least tell me how big your tits are so I can get the right thing for you.”

“I’m a 32C,” I replied shyly.

“Ahh, a very good size girl,” he replied. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-four,” I responded. “Just turned in September.”

“A good age too,” he laughed. “I’m sure you will earn a comfortable amount of money to keep your house my dear.”

He carried on shuffling through the wardrobe, chuckling to himself. A few more minutes passed before he finally produced something for me to wear. Turning slightly, he threw a pair of black and red panties to me followed by the matching bra before opening a drawer underneath the wardrobe. Diederik didn’t spend as long looking in the drawer as he instantly pulled a pair of fishnet stockings from it.

“Okay, you’re all set now,” he chuckled once more as he led me to the door. “Come girl.”

I followed him reluctantly, I had come this far, there was definitely no turning back now. He led me back outside onto the street. The road was now heavily congested with people as the night started to come alive. I followed him to a small room next door to the main brothel. He unlocked the door quickly and pulled me inside. I looked around my new place of work in disbelief. It certainly wasn’t as filthy as I was expecting it to be. Diederik closed the curtain as I explored.

“Okay girl, get dressed and I’ll tell you how this works,” he said sternly.

“Now? With you here?” I asked.

“Didn’t I tell you about this earlier girl? You’re going to be fucking strangers and you’re worried about me seeing you naked?” He shook his head slightly.

He did have a point but I guess it was just the shock and change of it all. A few moments went past before I started to take my shoes and coat off. I then took off my shirt, then my jeans and socks. My cheeks began to turn crimson as I stood in front of him in just my underwear. He looked at me, his eyes turning into money signs as I pulled my tight cotton panties down and replaced them with the fancy, lace panties that he had given me. I then did the same with my bra, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Sorry, you’ll want these too,” he said as he handed me the stockings. “So you’ll find everything you need here, there’s a small cupboard in the corridor where you can put your clothes and belongings, it also has a small safe for the money you earn, the combination is 7628. There’s some make up and condoms in the back room where you’ll take your customers along with a bathroom where you can clean yourself up. It’s fifty Euro for a blowjob, two-hundred Euro for a twenty minute fuck in a position of your choice. Anything extra will be fifty Euro, for example more positions or more time. If they want to see your gorgeous tits, that’s another fifty Euro. Anal or unprotected sex is completely your choice but I advise you not to offer unprotected unless you’re willing to play with fire girl. That’s about it and I will be back to see how you’re doing at midnight.”

I quickly pulled the stockings up my legs as he looked at me eagerly.

“One last thing, what is your name?” he asked.

“Elise sir,” I replied quickly.

“Elise, I like it,” he muttered as he opened the curtain. “Have fun.”

I stood up as he walked out of the booth leaving me alone. I watched as people walked past me, every one of them seemed to look at me like I was an animal in the zoo. Groups of horny men pointed fingers and laughed amongst themselves. On the outside I was as strong as a rock but on the inside I was crying. I had heard of the horror stories surrounding this place and I never thought that I would end up working here myself.

Minutes started to turn into hours as I stood there watching the tourists walk past. Many of them showed interest but none of them came up to the window. I started to wonder what I was doing wrong and I grew more and more self conscious. Was I ugly or unattractive? Why was nobody coming to my window? There were plenty of men in the streets that surely wanted something. I kept asking myself questions until I heard a woman enter next door.

She opened the curtain between our booths and poked her head in slowly. She was a very lively woman who seemed high on life despite working here. Her smile was ear to ear and very heart warming. Her hazel eyes were focused on me and her jet black hair hung freely.

“Hello,” she smiled as she stepped into my booth and gave me a hug.

“Hello,” I replied shyly as I reluctantly hugged her back.

“My name is Skylar,” she introduced herself. “Diederik told me I had a new neighbour. Have you done this before?”

“No, this is the first time.” I responded nervously.

“Have you had any customers yet?” She asked.

“Not yet, they just keep looking then going.” I replied, “Am I ugly?”

“Not at all, you’re very beautiful.” Skylar answered. “Although when I walked past, you seemed to be very static. You need to be more active, what makes you better than the other women here? You need to sell yourself. Turn around; let the men see some ass, bend over a bit. Men are like animals and will begin drooling when they see a pretty woman like you doing things like that. It’s much better than standing there, men want a woman who’s putting herself out there for them, and they want confidence.”

“Thank you for the advice,” I replied nervously as I hugged her once more.

“I’m just going to get dressed, but I’ll be here for you, don’t be scared to ask questions.” She said sympathetically.

As she closed the curtain, I turned back to the streets. Inhaling deeply, I started to turn to my side, showing off my assets for the hundreds of horny men that were walking past. My fingers hooked the inside of my panties and began to tug at them gently, enticing them more. As the minutes rolled by, I started getting the hang of what the men really wanted to see. It wasn’t long until I noticed a man staring at me. He was quite tall with spiked up brown hair and a bit of stubble on his face. I licked my lips seductively at him and playfully spanked myself in an attempt to coax him over.

He seemed to freeze for a few moments watching as I bent over slightly and looked over my shoulder at him. Mustering up the courage, he finally started to approach me. I opened the door, welcoming him into the room. He stepped inside quickly and walked past me as I closed the door and curtain behind him.

“Hello,” he said in a British accent, “How much do you charge?”

“Hello,” I replied, “Its fifty Euros for me to suck.”

He pulled out his wallet and gave me the money without hesitation. Holding his hand, I led him to the back room. We looked at one another and smiled slightly, at this point I think I was more nervous than him.

“Take your pants off baby,” I commanded when we reached the back room. “My name is Elise, what’s yours?”

“Adam,” he replied with a quiver in his voice as he uncovered his semi hard penis.

I quickly grabbed a condom from the box behind him and as I opened it, he sat down on the bed. I started to stroke him softly with my right hand as I placed the condom over his gland with my left. He gasped as I started to roll the condom down his shaft.

“Let me know if you want anything else baby,” I said gently as I squatted in front of him.

I slowly started to take his penis into my mouth. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as I glided my lips along the length of his hardening cock. My tongue started to hook around his meat as I looked up at him. We stared into each other’s eyes as I took his entire length into my mouth and held it there for a few moments. A groan left his lips as his helmet touched the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. I then started to move my head back up his shaft until my lips slid off the helmet.

I gasped for air before placing his penis back inside my mouth. His hands started to grasp my hair as I began bobbing my head up and down his length. My eyes never left his and my cheek bulged with his cock. As my lips smacked together, I started to move my hand up and down in time with my mouth, wanting him to cum.

“Fuck yeah,” Adam groaned as I swallowed all six inches of his meat.

I carried on sucking him faster and faster whilst he grunted his approval to me. His eyes closed with bliss and I dropped to my knees to steady myself whilst I pleasured him. His cock was twitching every so often, making me think that he was going to cum but each time, he disappointed me until finally, his time was up.

“Oh baby, you didn’t cum,” I said softly as I removed his cock from my mouth, a string of my saliva still connecting my lip to his helmet.

“How much is it to fuck you?” he asked nervously.

“Another one hundred and fifty Euros,” I replied instantly. “Is that alright baby?”

“Yes, that’s good,” he answered as he pulled the money from his wallet and handed it to me.

“So like the blowjob, you have twenty minutes to cum baby,” I cautioned as I pulled my panties down, unveiling my tight, bald cunt.

He seemed to gulp slightly as I stepped out of my panties and climbed on top of him. I placed one hand on his shoulder and gripped his cock with the other. His hands gravitated to my hips as I guided his cock into my aroused pussy. I sank my hips down his protected shaft until I felt his balls touch my ass.

“Do I feel good baby?” I asked with a playful moan.

“You feel amazing,” Adam grunted as I lifted my hips back up.

I started to slowly ride him in a rhythm, feeling his cock stretch my pussy for the first time in years. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be riding a complete stranger. His hands started to explore my torso, touching and feeling every centimetre of my smooth skin before resting back on my hips. Together we pushed my body up and down his cock, moaning as we experienced one another’s gifts. As I looked deeply into his eyes, I wanted to kiss him but I was brought back to the sudden realisation that I wasn’t in love with this man and it was solely for the money.

As I continued to slide up and down his cock, he grasped my hips tightly. I paused for a few moments as his fingers dug into my flesh. He then began to thrust upwards into me, making our bodies clap together hard. I started to cry out loud as he fucked my tight, wet hole as hard as he could. His grip loosened on my hips and I begun to meet his thrusts with my own. I watched as he strained to keep his juice inside his body but reluctantly, he managed to do so. When I first saw him, I thought it was going to be some easy money but Adam was certainly proving me wrong.

“Are you going to cum baby?” I moaned seductively as we carried on fucking.

“Can we do another position?” he grunted.

“It’ll be another fifty baby,” I moaned. “Is that alright?”

“Yes,” he groaned as he stopped thrusting.

I slowly slid back up his penis, excited that he was spending more money with me. As I stood up, I watched as he threw another fifty Euros on top of the rest of the money he’d paid. His cock twitched with hardness as he stood up with me. His hands explored my body, focusing on my belly and ass whilst I slowly masturbated his cock.

“Would you like to see my boobies too baby?” I asked.

“How much would it cost?” He questioned.

“Fifty baby,” I replied.

“It’s alright,” he said unenthusiastically.

“Okay, that’s fine baby,” I answered, “So what position would you like to do?”

“A bit of doggy style,” he said confidently.

“A good position, I like it a lot,” I laughed as I stroked him harder before letting go of his shaft.

I turned away from him and climbed onto the bed on all fours. I spread my legs slightly whilst he positioned himself behind me. I grabbed the sheets of the bed tightly as I felt him push his cock into my cunt again. His hands grabbed my hips as he started to drive his cock deep into my body. Moans left my lips once more as I was being powerfully fucked by a stranger. I never thought I would have resorted to this, and I never thought I would be enjoying it as much as I was doing.

He rampantly fucked my pussy, slapping his hand down on my ass every so often as he came closer to cumming. My moans began to turn to soft screams of pleasure that the entire city could probably hear. I pushed back onto his length, getting him deeper inside my pussy whilst his balls recklessly smashed against my clit. Adam’s grunts and groans became more frequent as he fucked me harder and harder. It wasn’t long until finally, he let go of his seed. One last time, he pushed deep inside my cunt as his balls tightened and forced his cum into the condom.

“Oh god,” he groaned as his cum filled the condom.

“Does it feel good baby?” I moaned.

“Fuck yeah,” he replied as he pulled his cock from my pussy.

I wasted no time standing back up, my pussy slightly gaping after being drilled hard and deep. I carefully removed his condom, and handed him a paper towel. Together we cleaned ourselves before putting our pants back on. We took one last look at one another before I led him back to the door. He grasped my hand and gently kissed it, then disappeared into the crowds of people in the red light district.

“So how was it?” Skylar asked as she opened up the booths.

“It was amazing,” I replied as another man approached my window.