"I didn't want you to jizz in my face!" Wanda spluttered as she wiped the cum away from her eyes. "You should have held it a minute longer. Now we can't finish the number!"
I was learning the tricks of the trade as I watched her do a customer. The man was big, with a real nice cock, and Wanda had been sucking him off.
"You always get them as worked up as possible," Claudia had instructed me.
"That way you can take care of more customers every day. You let a guy get you cold and he's liable to fuck all night. So tickle their balls, and lick their cock, and stick the tip of your finger up their ass. Get 'em ready to shoot before they ever get it in."
"I won't get much fucking that way, Claudia."
"You'll get all you can handle, honey. Remember, this is business and we have to satisfy everybody. You gotta have a little fire in your own blood or the guys realize you're putting them on. They don't like that. So hold off your own pleasure as long as you can. Before each day is done you'll get your own orgasms. We gotta take care of our own needs too, right?" she laughed gaily.
"Gee, I sure hope so. I'd hate to have to go back to those school kids."
"They ain't any good, huh?"
"Oh, some of them do okay. But they think they're such studs you have to play up to their vanity. They think if they give you a little screw they own you afterward."
"Yeah, it was the same in my generation. Men get carried away just because a healthy girl drops her drawers for them. They think a woman who gives them pussy gives them everything."
Wanda wiped all the sperm away from her face on the edge of the bedspread, while the guy sat there panting from sexual exertion.
"Man o man!" the guy groaned. "I really shot my load that time! You shoulda felt me coming, honey. Now I can't keep it hard. Do I get a discount for only cocksucking?"
"You bust your nuts, you pay the price," Claudia told him. "You still wanta screw my girl there, she's willin', but if you can't get it up that's your fault."
"Man it was worth it!" the guy sighed. "Wish I could get my old lady to suck me off that way!"
This was the second day of my initiation and I had seen plenty. Claudia still wouldn't let me sell any pussy just yet because she wanted me to know how to do it first. There was one guy who offered a bundle for me.
"I'll double the price for that kid, Claudia!" he offered. "I'd pay plenty to screw one like her!"
"She ain't no kid and we got papers to prove it," Claudia argued. "But right now she ain't for sale. She's got her period."
"It takes a good soldier to fight a bloody battle," the guy laughed. "I'll pay you triple the price."
I didn't have my period and Claudia knew it, but she wouldn't let me have a go at it.
"There's plenty of time," she argued. "And we're gonna make plenty with you, honey. You got something real special. We might as well cash in on it."
I was willing, eager, yet she made me wait and watch I saw one girl sticking a frankfurter up a man's ass. That's the way he liked it.
"Aaaaaaauuuggghhh!" the guy groaned as that hunk of raw meat disappeared up his rectum.
"Oooooowwwww-wwww…!".
He squatted there in the middle of the floor while the girl gave him a rectal massage, and when he jizzed it was a prodigious amount.
"It's coming!" he screamed. "Oh my god it's coming good!"
The milky semen splattered onto a towel the girl had prepared under him, and it must have been a good orgasm because the guy fell on his forehead and jacked himself off while the girl fucked him in the ass with that frankfurter.
"See what I mean?" Claudia told me. "There ain't no end to the ways people get their gun. We use everything. Give 'em what they want. That way each one of my girls can take care of several customers a day, and the guys always come back for more."
"How many can I screw when I learn?"
"Many as you want, honey. Some of the girls take care of ten guys a day. Some only do one or two. Depends on your mood. We only got one rule here. If you get out of whack one day and don't feel like fixing a guy up, you gotta tell me.
Remember, a man can tell when you ain't enjoying yourself. Turns 'em off quick.
Then they go someplace else next time they need to bust their nuts."
She even let me watch the people who like to get whipped. I didn't like that very much even if most of the whipping was pretend pain, and she even let me see the Blue Room.
"This is where we fuck housewives." Claudia was proud of the luxurious room.
"You mean we have to be lesbians sometimes?"
"Not very often. Oh sure, some of the females who come here to get fixed up like one of my girls to make love to them. But mostly we get housewives, females who need a change of pace. We get them a good fuck."
"I didn't see any male whores around the place."
"No, I don't let 'em live here with us girls. That'd be asking for orgies among our own people. Bad for business. So I got a little phone book. Numbers for men who want to come and fuck a housewife. I give 'em a call and they hop right over. Works out great. We do such a good business with it I was thinking of adding a new wing to the house, special for married fuckers. We make double money here."
"I didn't know women went to whorehouses, Claudia."
"Hell yes they do! In France it's a big thing. Over there we all keep a lover, we all have affairs, and it's expected. And they have houses just made for women, a place they can go to get laid. There's a board on the front wall and we call it a Peg Board. Shows the different sizes of cocks for the male whores inside. A housewife picks out the one she wants and has herself a nice afternoon. Costs plenty though, because a man ain't like a woman. Us girls can fuck all night but a guy ain't much good except once a day."
I was surprised that some of Claudia's girls were so homely. Fat, old, skinny, warts on the face, flabby tits, varicose veins, peroxide hair, it was all there.
"Men like a change," she explained. "Sometimes they like it weird, especially if they been drinking. I even had one old black lady, must've been sixty-five.
Snaggle teeth and her tits laid on her chest like fried eggs. Made more money than any of us! Honest to god, Angie, when a guy comes to get laid there ain't no telling what he wants!"
I got the biggest kick from watching Gloria, a whore with long black hair and perfect breasts. She was a real beauty and she liked her screwing something awful. Claudia said she was a real nympho and I believed it when she got a guy in her room. The man was handsome with wavy hair and dimples in his cheeks. He was half drunk, and he had a prick that I fell in love with. A nice uncircumcised cock about nine inches, all busting with male hormones.
"Do it to me, honey!" Gloria screamed with delight while that guy was pounding on her twat. "Stick it in deep, honey! Oooooooo! Yeeeeeeecee!"
The guy fucked her furiously for ten minutes, never missing a stroke, and then he twirled over on the bed. Until Gloria was on top of him. They fucked that way for a while and all the time Gloria was screaming.
"Fuck me, honey! Do it harder, honey! Aaaaarrrggghhh!"
I thought the guy was gonna shoot but instead he stood up from the bed, with Gloria's legs wrapped around his waist, and he walk-fucked her right across the room.
"Do it!" Gloria screamed. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
He was doing it. I could see his beautiful cock sunk into her cunt while the juices from her pussy were so prolific the love-slippings got to running right down his hairy belly, while they staggered around the room fucking like maniacs. I tried to hold back but couldn't help little orgasm with them when they fell to the floor and got their cookies together.
It was obvious I had a lot to learn if I was gonna make a bundle with my screwing. A girl would have to pace herself and make sure the guy got satisfied. And that wasn't going to be easy. How could you keep your mind on business, when you had a strange beautiful peter sunk deep in your vagina!
It was ten at night when Claudia informed me she had a call from a housewife. A woman who had been to her place before." I hate to take her money," Claudia said. "I know they got a hard go of it to make ends meet. But we gotta take care of us first. Keep that in: mind, Angie."
I kept it m mind until the man arrived who was supposed to fuck the housewife.
What a great looking guy! Broad shoulders, a winning smile, and he was dressed fit to kill. His suit must have cost a couple hundred and the diamond ring on his finger was a karat at least. I wanted to fuck him myself but Claudia wouldn't let me interfere.
"Damn it, Angie, we gotta take care of business!"
She wouldn't even let me in the room when they got to fucking.
"Housewives are funny," she said. "They don't want nobody to know what they're up to, so we'll have to use the one-way mirror."
We got into the next room and watched through the spy mirror as that guy went to work on the housewife. He knew what he wanted even when the woman was hesitant, and for a minute it looked like she was gonna chicken out. But the man threw her on the bed and started to rip at her clothes while she bellowed with outrage. It was hard to hear except when she got to screaming, and I guess that guy was yelling just as bad. They really got themselves a beautiful little fuck and I noticed she gave him her address afterward. He was writing down a phone number or something while she kept kissing him all over his naked body.
She was really hungry, and even if he couldn't get it all up again they went ahead and had another little fuck. Two for the price of one.
"That's the problem with his kind of thing," Claudia Sighed. "Every, time I get two of these fuckers together they take phone numbers. Then they meet and fuck for a couple months on the sly. I lose a lot of cash that way. Maybe I won't build that new wing after all."
She still wouldn't let me screw anybody but she told me she had me up for auction.
"What d'ya mean, Claudia?"
"All the guys wanta fuck a kid, Angie. They see you and they want you. So I got this idea, see? I tell them what the score is, that you ain't never fucked for cash before, and they're getting a near-virgin. The one who comes up with the most cash gets you first. Hell, I already got it up to a hundred-fifty for one night!"
There was no need to mention my little bank account just then, so I let Claudia do her thing. While I wandered around the whorehouse learning the tricks of my trade. It was a great profession, one that offered constant pleasure and a sweet future. I really felt it most when I was at school during the day. I sat in my classes and watched the other girls make eyes at fellows or saw the way they strutted down the hall trying to attract attention. There wasn't anything taught at school half so important as the natural fire they already had in their blood, and I felt sorry for my classmates. Most of them, would end up married to a guy who kicked the shit out of them, or who went "bowling with the boys" twice a week, while they stayed home dreaming of a prince charming who could take them out of the mess they got into. They were destined to spend a lifetime dreaming about strange cocks and balls while they peeled potatoes or dreaded the bills coming in the mail.
The city was full of them already. Girls who were old long before their time, frustrated females who read the papers about women's lib and wondered why they were still stuck with a life that was dull.
I beat the rap.
Maybe it was out of desperation, or fear, but I slipped out of the harness early. And I wouldn't go back to a life of housewife drudgery for all the tea in China! My first little screw at the Vespers convinced me I took the right path. Claudia got two hundred twenty dollars for my first professional piece, and I gave that guy a thousand bucks worth of pussy. He was an older man, and his lips were trembling when he got me into a bedroom.
"How do you want it, Mister?" I asked, trying to act grown up.
"I just wanta see your little pussy, girl. I ain't seen a young cunt since I was a lad myself."
"You wanta undress me, or shall I do it?" I echoed one of the whores I had observed.
"Oh, you do it by all means, young lady! I just want to enjoy myself! Have you got hairs yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Down there, I mean." He pointed a shaking finger at my crotch.
"I ain't a baby for hell sakes. Sure I got hairs. You want I should shave them off?"
"I'll give you another twenty dollars if you do. I sure would like to see a real bare cunt."
"Well, I ain't gonna do it. What you see is what you get."
I took off my dress, my bra and panties, with deliberate slowness the way Claudia told me to do, and by the time I was naked the old geezer was wheezing with passion.
"Oooh, ain't you pretty!" he groaned. "Just like I remember it used to be! Oh, too bad youth is wasted on the young."
He was right in some ways. Lots of us kids do waste the best years of our lives. When the juices run hot and the mind is like a sponge soaking up the glories of our world, we should make hay while the sun shines. We can never get it back.
"Can I touch your titties?" His voice was quivering as he extended a hand. The old fellow must have been over fifty and he didn't look in too good of health, and in a way I was sorry Claudia made me do him first. But business was business and I meant to be a glorious lay for whoever came to me.
"You can touch them, Mister. You can play with them all you want. Kiss my nipples, too."
With the first touch of sex that old guy found his youth again. The fires of sex are so real, so bountiful, that age has no power over this basic human act.
That old guy got to fondling my body until he got a real hard-on, and then he stripped quickly.
"Ooooooo, that looks good!" I said truthfully when I saw his pecker all swollen and ready for penetration.
An hour ago he would have had trouble climbing stairs, but sex gave him strength beyond his years. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, gently, while he stared down at my youthful body.
"You're so beautiful, young lady!" he sighed. "I wish I could live a million years if there are others like you!"
"There's a whole city full of us, Mister. A whole wide world full of young fuckers."
"I was born too late," he sighed as he touched my cunt. "It's a better world you own today, my dear. A better world for sure!"
That old fellow got on top of me and we had ourselves a nice little fuck. I felt loved, and wanted, and the feeling of his cock between my legs was glorious. This was where I wanted to be, and I knew I was going to shed sunshine on the lives of countless males. I would make a lot of money, and in the meantime I meant to bring men into my arms with all the sweet beauty at my command. Laughter and love were mine at last.
"Wheeeee-ooowww!" the old fellow gasped when he got through. "I wish I could take you home with me, Angie. That is your name, isn't it?"
"Sure is. And that really was nice."
"I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Nothing ever felt so good before!"
"You can have another one if you want, Mister."
"Oh, I couldn't right yet, young lady. You really wore me out!"
"I'll give you back your money if you will." I trembled on the bed, needing more. "Just once more, please? Just stick it in a little longer?"