Brothel Work

by
L.Z. Hansen
Nina the phone girl, told me to hurry and get dressed. My first client was alrea
dy here and waiting.
It was seven P.M. and the evening was just getting started. Twelve women
were on schedule this evening. Blondes rule supreme in this industry, and there
are many variations of the tanned blond. All completely different as far as lo
oks, height, weight, attitude, and race. I had my own style, with long jet blac
k hair, and ruby red lips. Due to my English accent, I tended to attract men who
liked to experiment with fetishes,
I slipped into a tight black spandex dress, hiking it up high so my ass cheeks w
ere just about covered, and tore open my new thigh high stockings. I liked to pu
t on new stockings, the delicate process of bunching and smoothing careful not t
o tear them, making sure the seam down the back was perfectly straight.
I came to work with my makeup on, I just needed to brush my hair. Lastly I slip
ped my five inch stripper platforms on.
Looking at my reflection in a large painting of a reclining nude woman on the k
itchen wall. I decided that I looked good. Better than good, I had finally, afte
r a few weeks perfected my brothel, ho look.
’Purrfect’ I purred aloud.
"What’s your name gonna be?" Nina yelled from the office down the hall.
I hadn t thought about that yet. I had been Tiffany and Ginger a long ti
me ago, Sasha for a while, even Julie for a few weeks, and now what…?
They say your porno name is the first pet you ever had, combined with the name o
f the street where you first lived. That would make me Lizzy Lambeth. I liked th
at, smiling to myself I yelled,
"Nina my names gonna be Lizzy, OK"
"Lovely, I got it L.I.Z.Z.Y." Nina called back, spelling out my new name.
"Lizzy, darling, your new client Bill is in room four. Please take him a vodka
cranberry… Now!" Nina yelled.
I rushed over to the refrigerator grabbed the Gray Goose Vodka, careful to pour
just the right amount. Nina had given us strict lessons on not to pour too much.
I had seen her top off the bottle of Vodka with water a few times. In fact, tha
t bottle was more New York City tap water than cheap vodka.
The landing and stairs were carpeted in heavy lilac shag, straight out of 1975.
It looked like a tacky field of lilac, and made climbing stairs in five inch hee
ls virtually impossible.
Outside of room three, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes momentarily. Here
goes… I changed into my alter personality Lizzy Lambeth. I turned the doorknob an
d pushed open the door.
I expected to see a small, little old man sitting in his underwear, when I opene
d the door, thankful that any pretty young female was going to have sex with him
. I felt nerves spark in my stomach.
"Nice to meet you," I said with a fixed smile, walking confidently over
to the man sitting on the bed. I held out the glass, which he took. He stared at
me, a little too long. I was used to clients being nervous, not saying much, or
being intimidated. So I often tried extra hard to be nice and friendly, to make
them feel comfortable.
My first thought was he’s a little rude! OK, I can handle rude. If the price is ri
ght.
"So how are you today Bill?" I asked, standing under the red light bulb
that was crudely screwed into the ceiling fixture.
A double bed took up most of the space in this darkened room, and a bott
le of alcohol and a can of Lysol sat on top the chipped night stand.
Allowing my eyes to adjust to the shadows, I focused properly on Bill. T
o my surprise he was in his mid twenties handsome, with a mop of dark messy hair
, and a muscular torso. But I couldn t fully see his face as he was hunched over
staring into his half full drink.
"Is the drink OK?" I asked cheerfully. I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortab
le, it was his constant stare that was making me wonder what was wrong with him.
This man clearly was not a talker or in any hurry to have sex. Both not bad thi
ngs. I was on the clock and his time was my money.
Bill smiled and stood up. I stiffened at his movement. He walked over s
tanding before me, and he looked at me. He stared again into my eyes, searching
for something. I looked away. I was getting increasingly more uncomfortable.
OK… I ve met many tricks like this. He s playing a mind game, right? He’s on
e of those guys, who wants to mess with a girls head. I took a deep breath.
Money!… I suddenly thought, I gotta get my money. Then he can mind fuck to
his little heart’s desire.
I looked over to the night stand, the chair, Nothing. All right, I will
let him unwind for the next two minutes, then I will have to ask for my money. H
e gulped his vodka cranberry back in one mouthful and wiped his mouth. He appear
ed pre occupied, nervous.
Bill was wearing tight blue Levi’s jeans. I looked at his ass as he lent o
ver to place the glass down. Nice ass, nice tight muscular body.
OK that’s it. Now, I must collect my money.
"Err, um, Bill… I have to ask you to...." He silenced me by putting his fi
ngers to my lips, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. He took two one hundr
ed dollar bills out, and tossed them on the bedside table.
Good. Thank you very much. Now we have that taken care of. I didn’t care f
or him shushing me. In fact, this whole silence thing was beginning to piss me o
ff.
Bill then reached out and touched my arm softly, caressing my skin. I got goose
bumps and shuddered. He held my neck, to kiss me. I don’t like to kiss clients. I
felt his lips cold from the cocktail. He smelled like baby powder, sweet. His bo
dy firm, young. He held me, his hard cock against my thigh.
He pulled the top of my dress down and kissed my breasts. The stubble on
his chin brushed my skin it felt arousing, my nipples reacted. I tried hard to
stay focused, to be professional.
"Sarah, Oh Sarah…" He whispered kissing my neck. He must think my names Sa
rah, oh well, whatever.
He moved me carefully to the bed and sat me down. This was feeling all t
oo much like a real date. I went to the button on his jeans, ‘I must gain some con
trol.’ I kept saying over and over in my head. Control. Lead. Can’t let a client dir
ect the session ever.… He moved my hand away and unbuttoned the jeans himself and
pulled them off.
We laid back, he moved on top of me.
Do I tell him now its going to be an extra hundred for him to give me or
al…? I was getting turned on, but work is work, and nothing s for free. He went do
wn, kissing me lightly all the way. He mumbled, it was hard to hear but he kept
saying how much he missed me and wanted us to be together forever. I just let h
im get into whatever kink he had going on in his head.
"…Sarah dont you know your the one for me. Since you were that little girl I knew
we were meant for each other.. Oh Sarah…:" By the time I felt hot breath on my cli
t my professional instincts were disappearing.
I felt as though I’d been under a spell. How did he make me respond like t
hat? I never got so turned on while working, before. It wasn t as though I was h
ungry for sex, I had great sex at home, regularly, well maybe not as often, late
ly.
I reached over to the table and with one smooth movement I grabbed the r
ed Trojan I had placed there. I ripped it open with my teeth, and moved out from
under Bills body. I put the condom in my mouth, making sure it was the right wa
y around., the round rim between my teeth and inside my lips. I pushed him gentl
y back and rolled the condom onto him with my mouth. A well practiced trick I le
arnt from one of the older women I’d worked with a few years ago. I lowered myself
 onto him. He stoked my hair, and looked deep into my eyes with such love, I tri
ed to ignore.
"Your beautiful, just like when we first made love when you were so very…. young"
Nina hadn’t mentioned that Bill was a fetish client, so what did he mean? This wa
s a touch creepy but again whatever he was into was fine by me. After all it was
only words…
My leg muscles were surprisingly strong. He could get a good visual from
this position, and relax while I did the work. He stared at my tight stomach mu
scles with my breasts bouncing up and down as I played with myself, and reached
around and fondled his balls.
He stared at my face, kept looking into my eyes. Why was he doing that? it was i
rritating me. He was becoming too personal making this session too much like rea
l sex. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I swiveled around with him still inside
of me, so he could grab my buttocks and I didn’t have to look at him. I continued
riding up and down on his cock. Now, I could tell he was having trouble holding
on, his breathing was getting heavier, and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks.
"I love you, Sarah, I love you…O god Sarah…" He murmured quietly, no one was meant t
o hear. I looked straight ahead and counted in my head… Five … Four… Three… Two… One… B…I…N
ne! I heard a ‘cha-ching’ in my head. Every time I made a man come, it was two hundr
ed bucks in my pocket.
I carefully got up so as not to pull the condom off, and grabbed some ti
ssues and handed them to Bill.
Bill patted the bed, and reached out, as though he wanted to hold me. Se
nsing this, I resisted and sat on the edge of the bed. I never liked to lay, or
cuddle with clients. He took my hand and spoke for the first time.
"What’s your name?" He asked. "Your lovely."
"Thank you and it’s Lizzy, why were you calling me Sarah?"
He looked embarrassed.
"Its ok, I mean names dont really matter." I tried to reassure.
.
"Lizzy," Bill said. "I have to tell you something. Since I feel we have a connec
tion. Do you feel the connection?" I looked at his pretty boy face, dark almond
eyes, long lashes, small straight nose. If I met this man out in the real world,
I might date him... maybe. I told myself to relax, play along, go with the flow
, let him talk.
"Do you have brothers and sisters?" he asked. It seemed like a harmless question
.
"Yes." That’s all I was going to give him, for now, till I knew where he was going
with this.
"Do you?" I asked.
"I do, yes, I have a sister." He got a far away look in his eyes.
Bill looked into my eyes and searched my face again. I found it irritating that
he was invading my space he appeared too interested in me for some reason.
. "Sit." Bill patted the bed, next to him. I obeyed.
"I think we have something, I think your special." He was serious.
Sure we do, as long as you re paying me, we got something, all right. I smiled
and took his words as pleasant compliments.
"Would you think it strange if I told you,… I ve been having sex with my sister?"
Bill looked at me solemnly, yet visibly nervous, waiting for my reaction.
My gaze shot back to him upon hearing the words "sex" and "my sister." W
as he joking? Is he serious? I don’t like to joke with tricks.
"Really wow, your sister?…" My mind raced, as I thought hard about this one. Inces
t repulsed me. Actually it frightened me beyond belief. Isn t that what separate
s us from cats and dogs? The ability to not fuck everything that runs across our
path.
What type of shit has he been through? What sort of childhood had this m
an had? I felt a mixture of pity and disgust, that I just had sex with this guy.
Although it was just work sex, and not real sex..
"You and your sister really… wow!, Um… err. Where does she live? A strange a
nd irrelevant thing to say when someone has just confessed to screwing their sis
ter. But, I was at a loss for anything constructive, it just was the first thing
that came to mind.
"She moved to Philadelphia, recently… The reason I wanted to see you, is well… Nina
told me about you, and what you look like. She knows, about me and Sarah, and th
at I like women that have long dark hair and bangs, with fair skin, the way she.
..my sister looks… and… well you actually do look very much like her".
"Oh no, I can t look that much like her…" I must admit I was curious.
"Really, you do! Actually it blew me away when you walked into the room
. That’s why I didn’t talk much, I was in such shock, it was as though she was here,
you were her."
"We ve been having a sexual relationship since we were children. She was thirtee
n. I sixteen. I love her so much. I used to fantasize about her when she was ver
y young and hadn’t developed yet. I was her first I, I ...umm, took her virginity.
I want to marry her. I just can t be with anyone else. I ve never had a relatio
nship with anyone but…my sister." Bill lowered his head and looked so torn inside,
so confused, so broken hearted. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to put my arms a
round him and tell him, it was going to be all right, that he d fall in love wit
h another woman, someone he could have a honest, healthy relationship with, and
not to worry. But I didn t.
I sat and listened, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was an incest fanta
sy, and telling me was part of the turn on. That was certainly possible. But he
seemed too sincere and emotional for it to be a fantasy.
"She’s getting engaged to some asshole, and she doesn t want me, any more. I can t
believe it. She’s throwing our whole life away. I love her so much. I can t live
without her, I feel like my heart is actually broken" He said clutching his hear
t. "My therapist told me to come to a professional, you know, like yourself, to
try to develop feelings for another woman. Do you think it will work? Do you thi
nk maybe you d want to go out with me?"
Oh no! I had hoped he wasn’t going to ask me to see him on the outside.
There always were those clients who thought they had found love in a whorehouse.
It does happen, but I wasn’t the type to date clients, plus after what this man h
ad told me, why on earth would I see him if I wasn’t getting paid? Plus, he didn’t l
ook like he had any real money to make it worth my while.
I sat on the edge of the bed tongue tied, trying to remain calm, and not get too
opinionated and show any honest thoughts, or that I had an actual personality.
So I sat with a pleasant, rather vacant look on my face. I knew I was going to h
ave to practice that look a little more.
Bill was now staring at me with urgency, he wanted to know if I would da
te him. In one hour, actually forty five minutes (a brothel hour) he’d gone from a
n attractive, although a bit strange, regular young man, to a demented incest ch
ild molester. I stood up, I really needed to shower.
"Oh Bill, well, you see, it’s like this. If I saw you outside, it would ru
in all of what we have in here." I cast my hand around the dark dusty room, and
found my own statement a little amusing.
"I understand, you can’t see me outside of here. But I can come see you ag
ain here, right?" He waited for my response.
"Oh of course, I will look forward to our next meeting."
I wondered if I would I be able to continue seeing him, now I know he’s in love wi
th his sister who he’s been having sex with since childhood.
Bill stood up just as the buzzer on the wall finally sounded.
For the most part, I think I liked Bill. My job was done, I had made goo
d money, and Bill seemed happy. A win win situation.
He dressed back into his tight blue jeans, and black long sleeved shirt. I d met
all kinds in my life. But a sister-fucker?… This was a first!. At least he wasn t
a mother-fucker, or brother fucker.
I’d met a man not long ago who described to me in detail his bachelor party, that
included having sex with a sheep. I’d been traumatized afterwards hearing his stor
y. My line was definitely drawn at sex with animals or children, not as a judgme
ntal thing, its just was one of those things that totally repulsed me.
We walked downstairs to the first floor. I tried to shed the session from my min
d and body. Usually as soon as I’d showered the session was forgotten.. I needed t
o prepare for the rest of my night, without thinking about Bill. But, I had a fe
eling I wouldn’t be able to forget this session quite so easily.
We both stood in the hall by the front door. Bill pulled his wallet fro
m his back pocket. I assumed he was about to hand me a tip.
"Well Bill, it was lovely to meet you, and I really hope to see you soon." I sm
iled a tight professional grin.
"Um,… I’d like to show you a picture." Bill said. Picture?- what about my tip…?
.
He pulled a small photo with worn edges and handed it to me. I took it,
and gasped at what I saw.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. She really did look like me, it was uncanny.
"I told you." He said smiling. His eyes searched my face, he was pleased
that I had such a strong reaction.
The eyes and nose were the same, even the shape of the face, hers was slightly l
onger and she had a fragile look.
"They say everyone in the world has a double, don’t they." I said trying to sound
nonchalant. I handed the photo back.
I was still slightly suspicious of Bill. One thing I had learnt which stayed wi
th me was, never trust a trick. They come with all sorts of stories, fantasies,
and lies. I had made this man feel good about himself, he’d had a good orgasm and
could tell he liked me. I fit into his incestuous sister obsession. He could pre
tend I was his sister, he could fuck me like he’d fucked her for years, and hopefu
lly satisfy himself with me and leave her alone. So she could go on with her lif
e and hopefully regain some type of normality, forgetting she’d been sexually mole
sted throughout her childhood by her brother.
"OK then… have a great day." I said with a professional smile pleasantly fixed on
my face.
"Nice to meet you." Bill smiled shyly.
He leaned in, kissed me softly on the cheek, and slipped a hundred dolla
r bill into my hand. I hugged him.
"See you very soon, he said." With a that lingering look.
I waved and watched Bill disappear down the stairs and out of sight.
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