Rose sat in the window where any passer-by could see her. She wore a one-piece swimming costume. The council was funny about her sitting there naked apparently. Her card read, ‘You can treat me ruff if you pays me enuff.’ Sadly, Prostitute College does no...
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Kiss Me Kate
Kate is a fun girl who likes a good spankingKate never complained that I made an improper suggestion, and she never said I was touching her inappropriately. In fact, she encouraged it. She was a sex worker. She worked in a basement flat near Baker Street. It was handy because the sound from the fla...
Sex Worker
"Work Hard, Play Harder"Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petal...
Adventures Of A Half-Orc Whore, III
Interlude: pillow talkSylmi was laying naked next to her, on her side, with her head resting on her right hand. That girl could really pose. Rodry had suggested she could find work as a model for painters, but she had laughed her off. Now she was looking at her inquisitively....
Reluctant Carol From Soweto
It is about Reluctant Carol from Soweto"I don't like doing this job," Carol said "Would you like me to leave?" "I need the money." I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and tie. Carol reluctantly removed her top and then her bra. If the reluctance was fake, it was very well done and of course,...
Adventures Of A Half-Orc Whore, pt.II: The Colour of Sex Magic
Race: Half-orc, Class: Whore, Skills: all of them"I'm sorry, did you say you need an 'adventuring companion?'" she asked incredulously. "Mistress Globb, does this guy know he's in a whorehouse?" Her halfling boss shrugged. "My team and I are embarking on a short-term quest in the mountains," the fellow...
Here Cum The Yanks
Virgin G.I. Walter gets a lesson in all things French from prostitute MarieIt had been a long three months for nineteen-year-old Private Walter Houston, after landing in one of the later waves at Normandy in June 1944 he had been fighting on and off through the hedgerows of rural France and they were finally in Paris. The war wa...
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DiscreetOfficeServices.com Chapter Twenty-Two
Whore hard but keep a low profile...The Present... Monday Evening... The chili I'd dumped from several cans was simmering in a large pot I'd just bought today. The cans were thrown away. It wasn't homemade but I could honestly tell Danny it was home-cooked since I was cooking it on my stove...
Adventures Of A Half-Orc Whore
A half-orc working girl deals with a client's bias.She wasn't the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic - not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So ther...
The Beauty of Broken Things: Part Two
A single photograph can save a life and heal heartsChapter Six: The Girl that was not Quite Tessa The snow had begun to fall in earnest long before Tessa reached the first streetside motel she could find, somewhere down Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard. Though not a large dog, the weight of Pickles on one should...
The Beauty of Broken Things: Part One
A single photograph can save a life and heal heartsChapter One: The Beauty of Broken Things Kelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings, gray against a grayer morning sky....
The Hooker, Her Client, His Wife, and Their Divorce
A California trophy couple split up on Valentine's Day, but not before a torrid send-off with the husband's favorite escortValentine’s Day, 1994. Redondo Beach, California. When I got home from the dealership, my wife, Suzanne, was not there. Instead, there was a note on the kitchen island, written in her girly, flourished handwriting on a monogrammed note card, the ones she...
Becoming A Sex Teen Worker (Continued)
The sequel to a young girl becoming a prostitute.After the plows came through, I was finally able to scrape most of the snow from my car and drive home. Oh wait! I better back up. Ok, when I last wrote, I had driven over an hour to a motel to service a client that my agent, Tory, had arranged for me. Th...
Becoming A Sex Teen Worker
Mom and I needed the money. So why not!All I heard was a muffled scream. We both turned to look. It was my mom. She was home early. Tory hadn’t finished and I wasn’t ready to stop him because I hadn’t cum either. In the corner of my eye, I could see Mom watching as she backed into the next roo...