The last Friday in June saw the first “proper date”, and Terry had driven down from Cheshire in his brown Ford Cortina. It was a couple of years old but it blended in with some of the nicer cars at the end of the street and he parked outside their flat. Grace bounded out to meet him and grinned widely.
“Is that your man?” Ethel asked. She had been watering her hanging baskets when Terry had arrived although she had not noticed Grace's lack of attire.
She resisted the urge to throw her arms around Terry and as she was only wearing a thin dressing gown when she walked, her shaven crotch was on display.
“Yes,” Grace admitted.
“He is very smart,” Ethel complimented her. Grace noticed his immediate erection he seemed to have acquired as he crossed the road and she showed him to her room.
Grace only had a single bed but this would be sufficient for a couple of nights. If the date went well, then she was certain that they would probably end up having sex anyhow; it seemed churlish in the circumstances to withhold it given that sex with her was priced and he was spending far more money than what she would normally charge anyway.
Of course, he wasn't doing it for that reason, but she still didn't see much point in “holding out,” as he had already experienced her delights anyway and she enjoyed it when they had done so.
Grace went into the kitchen and made a pot of tea while Terry used the toilet. Sandy was working, the flat was empty and he came up to her and put his arms around her.
“You do look very sexy,” he mused glancing down at her open gown. “I am going to be a very lucky man if you keep going out with me,” he muttered and she smiled.
Terry took Grace to a small restaurant in the centre of London. Grace was beginning to see Terry as someone quite special and he made her laugh and enjoy herself more than she had done in months. They kissed and shared food, Grace felt as though she had a proper boyfriend but the doubts about her choice of occupation were still eating away at her.
She decided to bring it up as they walked back towards the Underground station and he smiled. “I can't deny it wouldn't be my first choice for my girlfriend to do, but it comes as part of the package, and I very much like the package,” he told her pragmatically. “If I told you I didn't want you to do it, you wouldn't want anything to do with me.”
Grace nodded and chuckled. “Well, isn't it going to be a problem at some point?”
Terry sucked in his lips. “Maybe, but I doubt it. I really don't mind. I will just enjoy the time we spend with each other.” Grace hummed, she had her doubts but Terry stopped her and kissed her. “Please stop trying to find obstacles, Grace,” he pleaded with her as they broke their kiss and she sighed.
“I'm not. I am just worried.”
“Well don't be. It's not a problem.”
Grace opened the door to their flat and they both trundled in.
“Hiya,” came a response and Sandy opened her door to greet her friend, almost naked.
She had a blue and white headband that was keeping her black hair away from her face but covered her ears completely. She had several necklaces, each with big pendants, the biggest of which was hanging in the middle of her voluptuous breasts.
Her pubic hair was trimmed but still plentiful and the dark triangle pointed invitingly towards her labia. She was wearing sheer green stockings and stopped when she saw Terry.
“Sorry. I forgot you were staying,” she admitted and then smiled. “What do you think of my new necklace.”
She picked up the pendant in the middle of her bosom and held it out for the flustered Terry to examine. Terry tried to avert his eyes but Grace cackled.
“Honestly, look. Touch if she'll let you,” she told him and walked towards the kitchen. “Everyone else has.”
Sandy replied an indignant, “Oi,” but Grace just chuckled.
“But…”
Grace turned and raised her eyebrows. “I sell my body. It'll be double-standards if I get angry at you fondling another girl, wouldn't it?”
Terry gave a nervous smile and looked at Sandy's charms.
“It is very nice,” he muttered and she grinned.
“You mean they, surely?” Sandy replied and held out her breasts for Terry to touch. She liked teasing guys, and Grace knew exactly what Sandy was doing; she had done it with every guy they had met. He started and ran towards the kitchen.
There was a high-pitched yelp, a cry and a sound of flailing arms hitting a chair and their owner collapsing onto the floor with a painful cry.
“What happened?” Grace cried as Terry was sprawled out in the doorway.
“He tripped over Puddles,” Sandy replied and walked over to Terry.
“You OK?” Grace asked and he turned over. Sandy was standing next to him and he saw right up her thighs and towards the forbidden fruit. He blinked, and nodded and pulled himself to his feet. “Is Puddles the name of that damn cat?” Grace asked and Sandy smiled.
“Yeah. I thought Cat sounded a bit impersonal so I've called it Puddles.”
“Oh for God's sake,” Grace muttered and Sandy peered at her with playful eyes.
“It keeps me happy. You know I like stroking a good pussy.”
Grace laughed and put her arm around Terry. “So does my young gentleman.”
Grace led Terry into the bedroom after they finished their tea and said good night to the naked Sandy. She had enjoyed teasing Grace's boyfriend and Grace had enjoyed watching it but as Terry got into the small bedroom, Grace detected a nervousness she had not expected. He had always been so confident and in control with her but was suddenly lost and out of his depth.
Grace hesitated for a moment; maybe he didn't want to have sex with her, but she rationalised for a moment and took the initiative. She kissed him and tasted his toothpaste on his tongue. Her hands explored his body and she unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his trousers.
He sighed as she grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock and stroked it gently. “There are advantages to having a prostitute for a girlfriend,” Grace whispered and Terry smiled. “You can expect more than a kiss at the end of the night.”
Terry looked into Grace's eyes and grinned. “You don't have to,” he told her and she stroked him again.
“I know. But women enjoy sex too you know.” She pushed his trousers down to his ankles and started unbuttoning his shirt. Terry had a nice chest and Grace's hands darted over it.
Terry stroked Grace's hair and then kissed her neck. She mewed and waited for him to pull her dress over her head, which he eventually did, throwing the summer dress on the floor.
She pushed him against the bed, and slipped out of her knickers. He put his head on the pillow and his body relaxed on the bed. She glanced at his cock, remembering it from the first night they met.
It was a nice, thick juicy beast of a dick, a nice length, a good girth that Grace eyed lustfully. “Your skin is like velvet,” he muttered, stroking the inside of her arm and she smiled, her eyes barely leaving the member poking out at her.
Grace got on the bed next to him and began massaging his thighs, occasionally stroking his erect cock. She felt it throbbing in her hand, its warmth inviting.
Terry stroked the thighs of Grace, managing to cup her breasts before she moved away and positioned herself between his legs. She kissed his inner thighs and then his large testicles. She had rarely seen balls that big and described it to Sandy who was curious, if not a little envious.
She kissed the base of his cock, and then nibbled at his waist, torso and then sucked his nipple. He sighed, squeezed his buttocks together and pushing his pelvis forward, his cock pushing through her fist that was gently stroking him.
Their nipples touched as she went up the bed to kiss him. They passionately embraced, not stopping to breathe and his hands exploring and squeezing her buttocks.
Grace slid back down her lover and went back to kissing his balls. His breathing became ragged and as Grace suckled his testicles, he started to clench his buttocks.
Grace ran her tongue along his shaft and he moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he squealed as Grace licked the underside of his head. He stretched his leg muscles and sighed.
His breathing became frenetic when Grace slid his cock into her mouth and began to impale herself on it, she could deep throat most cocks but she wanted to lavish love on Terry and her tongue wrapped itself around his glans stroking his sensitive organ.
Terry gripped the side of the bed as Grace felt a hand on her head. “I'm gonna come,” he warned and Grace tickled his perineum. He gave a passionate cry and Grace quickened her pace against his bucking hips.
Terry felt it coming. The familiar melting sensation. The tension. The surge. The sparks of pleasure exploding in the base of his loins. He let out a high-pitched cry and panted.
Grace swallowed Terry's seed and milked his cock with her lips to get everything until Terry was content and satisfied.
“My turn,” The smiling man muttered and gestured for Grace to lie down.
“You want to go down on a prossie?” Grace teased and he smiled. “Again?”
“This one, certainly,” he replied and nibbled her thighs while his hands touched her breasts, nipples, labia or flanks. “She tastes of heaven.”
She moaned quietly until Terry found her sex, when she started moaning loudly. Terry knew where her clitoris was, and his tongue stroked and massaged her engorged, sensitive organ.
Her breathing got heavier, the more aroused she became. She grabbed hold of Terry's head and forced his face into her cunt as she bucked against his tongue. She had not been this excited with a man for months.
Terry increased the pressure against Grace's glabrous cunt and Grace squealed. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, and felt a small detonation inside of her as waves of pleasure cascaded through her body to her toes and fingers.
Terry stopped as Grace came down and she sighed. “Thank you.” She pulled him up and kissed his wet face, drenched by her juices. She slid a hand between them, felt an erect cock and pulled a condom from her night stand.
“I want you,” she muttered as the condom rolled down his member.
He smiled and she guided his sheathed cock between her thighs. Grace and Terry kissed as he rocked back and forth, pressing his cock deep inside her.
Grace was in ecstasy. His cock touched all of her opening and stimulated it nicely. Her hands squeezed his warm buttocks and he drove his cock deep inside her.
She moaned and felt another orgasm coming. He was a good lover. A very good lover. She squeezed her muscles against his intruding cock and felt him twitch. She wanted to touch his perineum but her hand wouldn't reach so she squeezed his buttocks instead.
Her body convulsed and her muscles clamped down and quivered against his member. She gave a loud cry and threw her head back.
Terry watched his lover have another climax, and felt her writhing underneath him. He grunted. He was at the point of no return, and he clenched his muscles.
He drove into his lover with renewed energy and Grace yelled out a passionate shriek. His balls tightened, and with another grunt, he spluttered several waves of semen into the condom.
They lay for a moment, with Terry fully inside the satisfied Grace and then parted. Grace wrapped the condom in a tissue and threw it into the bin while Terry hunted for some pyjamas to go to the toilet.
Grace grinned and shook her head, telling him to go naked. She had shared single beds before, and with flesh pressed up against flesh during the night, wearing clothes just got uncomfortably hot, especially in summer. She had no intention of letting him wear any clothes until morning and knew Sandy would appreciate the sight of a naked Terry with his large testicles.
“Hey babe, is that you?” Sandy called out and opened her door to see the unclothed man standing there in horror, a little string of semen still coiled on his cock.
Grace appeared and wrapped her arms around her partner's shoulder. “Sorry, did you hear us.”
“Hell, if he can do that to you, can I borrow him?” Sandy teased and nodded at Grace.
Grace giggled and she pushed the blushing Terry into the bathroom. “No. He's all mine,” she said and then poked her tongue out.
She didn't mean it. Sandy and her had shared partners before, but she felt a connection with Terry she had not felt with anyone else, and she wanted to tell Sandy this before she touched him. She didn't want Sandy confusing him or ruining it by accident: sharing was fine, encroaching on her relationship was not!
Grace kissed Sandy on the back of the neck as she prepared breakfast. Terry was still fast asleep; Grace had worn him out and she heard Sandy get out of bed and discreetly slipped out of bed to join her in the kitchen.
“You're up early,” whispered Grace and she slid behind the naked girl who pushed her neck back and smiled at her friend.
“Yeah, I was going to go for a walk.”
“Are you OK?” Grace asked and Sandy nodded.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” She turned around and kissed Grace on the cheek. “Terry is lucky, you are beautiful.”
“Can I come with you?” Grace asked as Sandy sat down at the table.
“Sure, I just want a breath of fresh air. I've been thinking.” Grace stared at Sandy for a moment who smiled as she ate her toast. “I think we should settle down and start a business.”
Grace nodded and joined her at the table. “Good.”
“We are just doing nothing at the moment. Having sex for money with fat, overweight men or being felt up in dodgy casinos. I don't want it any more Grace. I want out.”
Grace smiled. “Let's go for that walk, Terry'll be fine in bed.”
The second date was the first day of July, the day after their first. Grace was becoming smitten with the tall gentleman who lavished genuine compliments and attention on her. Grace had suggested that she pick a venue for their second date and with Sandy decided on the ideal place to visit.
“It's a strip joint,” Terry said, looking at the pictures that adjourned the small hall.
“Yes, I know that,” Grace told him and guided him to a front row seat. Grace had not been to this establishment before but Sandy had been taken there and said the girls were very sexy.
They did not have long to wait and as Grace looked around, there was only one other female in the audience. That made her feel a little self-conscious but as she wrapped her arms around Terry he stroked her knee.
The first dancer came on wearing a seductive outfit and Terry got an erection immediately. Grace felt it through his trousers and she resisted the urge to remove the offending garments. She had been warned that it was not unusual for men to masturbate during the show but she wanted to wait for a bit longer yet and hoped Terry could last until they got back to her bedroom.
Terry's breathing became ragged as he watched the middle-aged woman stroke her breasts and throw her clothes off stage. She was sexy but she was soon joined by other girls, many a lot younger.
Terry watched as they would strip to their stockings and then dance in the laps of the patrons who were expected to slip money into their stockings as they grinded their rears in the faces or laps of the gentleman.
Grace encouraged Terry to seek a lap-dance and when he wouldn't she beckoned a girl over and slipped two pound notes into her stocking tops to dance on Terry's lap.
Terry smiled at Grace and kissed her. She had been lacing his drinks all night, she wanted him a little tipsy and intended to give him the night of his life, she just wanted him unbelievably horny and the strip club was the best way to make him so.
They walked along road adjacent to the one that Grace's flat was on and a masked man tore past them, knocking Grace flying into Terry.
“Oi,” Terry yelled but he didn't stop and turned off down a side street.
Grace stumbled back to her feet and scowled towards him. “Idiot,” she mumbled and they crossed the road to turn into their small road where the flat resided.
“Kids probably,” Terry muttered and his thoughts were interrupted by a woman stumbling out of the small patch of wasteland on the corner of the road.
Grace looked at the figure in the darkness. It was Sandy.
“Sandy, what's up?” Grace asked, running towards her friend. Her hair was a mess, her face was bleeding and her clothes torn. “Have you been attacked?”
Sandy focused on her friend, who was nearly with her, and burst into tears. “He raped me.”
Grace threw her arms around her hysterical friend. “Terry, call the Police,” she barked and Terry went running up to the nearest house.
“You're a tom?” the burly policeman asked as he came into the room to join his junior colleague, and Sandy nodded, tears still streaming down her face. It was the same policeman who got a “freebie” from Grace and to whom Sandy refused to give in to, but he did not appear to recognise either of them.
“So what is this rape? Did a punter get his shag and then fuck off without payin'?” He laughed at his own joke but neither Sandy or Grace found it funny.
Grace screwed her hands into fists but Sandy gave her a reassuring touch on the wrist and Grace seethed silently. Sandy knew how Grace could react and she just wanted the two coppers out of her front room.
“So what happens now?” Grace asked coldly and the two policemen looked at each other.
“Nuttin' really. We ain't got his height, weight, hair colour, skin colour or anything. You can't tell us what he looks like, how can we find him?”
“Hey boss, we could say two million men are helping us with our enquiries.”
They both laughed heartily at this but Grace stared at them and was about to shout at them when Terry got in first.
“He was five ten, slightly overweight, ran with a bit of a limp. He was wearing a mask but he was wearing Onitsuka Tiger shoes. A guy at work wears them, he is into Bruce Lee, so I would recognise them anywhere. So there's something for you to go on.”
The police officer screwed his face up. “Can't go arresting every average height guy in London asking to see his shoes, can we?”
Grace sighed angrily. “This is rape. Violent rape. Why don't you catch the bastard?”
“Listen love, this ain't The Sweeney. We ain't gonna catch 'em every time. You just gotta be careful and not go out dressed as hookers.”
Grace seethed but the two officers got up to leave and she took a deep breath. Sandy looked at her as they left. “They are bloody useless,” Grace ranted and Sandy nodded and then put her head on Grace's shoulder. She needed the company and Grace guided her into the bathroom so she could get cleaned up and closed the door.
“You two need to come away from London,” Terry said and Grace nodded.
“I know. But she is just so shaken and scared. I can see it in her eyes.”
Terry took a gulp of water from his glass and rubbed his face. “I'll stay while you need me,” he offered and Grace ran her hands through her hair.
“Thank you, but you don't need to.”
Sandy emerged from the bathroom, and Grace guided her to the small bedroom and climbed into bed with her.
Sure, she wanted to sleep with Terry but the needs of her friend came way before the wishes of her boyfriend. Terry would have to understand.