Amanda was a whore. She hadn’t always been one, she had been a PA, but now she was a whore, a call girl. A prostitute. When had she first sold herself? It seemed a lifetime ago. It had started when the firm she worked for had gone bust…..
Amanda threw the ball, and her dog ran like the wind to retrieve it. It was cold, despite it being mid spring, the clouds were darkening, threatening rain. She pulled the collar up of her Barbour jacket. She liked day’s like these, this was how she liked to dress, in her Barbour boots, jodhpurs, and her old faithful jacket. She threw the ball again, and her dog disappeared into a patch of undergrowth after it. Days like these, the best. Days like these needed to be paid for. Her house, her lifestyle, her car. She remembered how it had begun, a little bit of modelling, a little naughty perhaps, to supplement the part time bar work she had found……….
The Audi purred smoothly along the tree lined avenue. Amanda slowed the car, and drove onto the gravel driveway of the elegant four storey Georgian townhouse. She turned the engine off, then checked her make-up in the illuminated mirror within the sun -visor. She re applied her red lipstick, and snapped the sun visor shut. She loved this car, from its smooth drive, to the oh so soft leather heated seats. It didn’t come cheap, she smiled to herself. She hesitated a moment longer, then pulled the key from the ignition, instantly silencing the Bose music system. Amanda stood in the entrance hall, and looked up at the staircase as it curved upwards, leading her eye to ornate plaster work on the ceiling.
“Amanda? Hi, I’m Ewan. Thanks for being prompt.”
She felt Ewan’s eye’s travel the length of her body, he walked around her, then looked her straight in the eyes. Up to that point she hadn’t felt nervous. Her throat was dry, “what if he didn’t want to use her as a model? She couldn’t really afford this to be a wasted journey. The bills were mounting up, the gas bill was long overdue, this modelling job would pay for it, there were others, but it was this or be cut off,” the thoughts ran though her mind.
“You look great,” Ewan told her. “I’d like to get started straightaway, what have you got on?”
“Got on, he can see surely,” she thought. She was wearing a blue dress, which emphasised her curves, and ended a modestly just above her knee.
“I mean, underneath!” Ewan clarified.
“Oh!” she replied, as the penny dropped.
She lifted the hem of her dress, to show him. Black hold up’s, with black high cut knickers, with a matching bra.
“Brilliant, I want to do a strip walking from the bottom of the stairs to the top, lets get started shall we!” Ewan said with almost schoolboy enthusiasm. “But first, have you got shoes with higher heels than those ones?
She had, she slipped them on. Black stiletto’s with six inch killer heels. Exactly what Ewan required. He was waiting, video camera in hand. “Oh fuck,” she thought, “no going back now.”
She walked up several steps, she swayed her hips unconsciously. She turned, looking to Ewan for guidance, but unknowingly looking directly into the lens. She unzipped her dress, it fell to the floor, where she stepped out of it, and took another step upwards. She could almost feel the camera as it zoomed in on her shapely bottom, visible through the transparent material of her panties. Ewan’s instructions had been clear enough before she had started, but now she tried to remember them. “Ah yes.” Amanda faced the camera again, which was now several steps below her. She squatted, her legs apart, and ran her hand over her crotch. Her black knickers were see through, and she knew Ewan was getting a good view of her waxed cunt. Strangely she felt excited by that thought. In just her killer heels and underwear she walked further up the long curved staircase. The bra was next, she undid it, let it hang in the crook of her arms, as she squeezed her breasts together with her arms. Her nipples were erect, her eyes bright. She played with her tits, her nipples, and then another step upwards. She lowered her knickers, just a little. Her hand was down the front of them, her fingers busy within. She was shocked to discover how wet her pussy was, she slid a finger inside herself. She pulled her knickers down to her knees, as she sat on the stair, she pulled her knickers down, then carefully pulled them off. She looked down the staircase, her clothes lay s**ttered on the staircase where she had discarded them. She began to masturbate, slowly at first, then her fingers moved faster, fingers from one hand held her labia open, giving Ewan and his camera a clear view, as she played to it. Below her, a door opened and a tall man, no youth, walked across the hallway. He looked up, his white teeth shone in contrast to his dark skin. He was, she admitted to herself gorgeous, or was it more that she was more sexually excited than she had been in months.
“Cut,” Ewan called. “Hold your position just there Mandy, won’t be a mo.”
He trotted down the stairs, where he had a conversation with the youth, just out of her earshot. Then he walked back up to her…………….
The dog had disappeared, she called her name, “Lucy, here girl.” The dog reappeared, about fifty meters ahead of her, her tail wagging. Amanda walked swiftly along the muddy footpath, the dog trotted to meet her. “Good girl, come on then, come on.” The dog walked to heel, as she emerged in the car park. Amanda opened the tailgate of the Audi estate, and the dog jumped in. She pulled her boots off, slipping a pair of trainers on, before driving from the car park, and heading home. As soon as she opened the door, the aroma of beef casserole filled her nostrils. Slow cookers, a busy girls best friend. She threw a couple of logs on the log burner, and headed upstairs.
She lay back in the bath, the water came up to her chin. Scented candles illuminated the room, she let the babedas do its work………
“Mandy,” Ewan said, as he sat on the stair beside her.
Amanda looked at him, her knees were together, and she covered her breast with her arms.
“Look, you’re doing great, do you fancy do a couple of girl, boy scenes?” Ewan asked.
“With the black guy?” Amanda asked.
“Yes, Josh, be more money of course,” Ewan said matter of factly.
“How far do you want me to go?” Amanda asked.
“All the way love,” Ewan replied.
“You want me to fuck him?” Amanda said indignantly
“That’s the long and short of it. No pressure, if you don’t we’re just carry on, but I’ll pay you double what we’d arranged,” Ewan added.
“Double, bl**dy hell, that’s the gas bill, the electric bill, plus her car insurance due next month. And she’d have a chunk left over,” Amanda thought.
“Think it over, I’ll give you a few moments.” Ewan told her.
Amanda thought. “It was tempting. Very tempting. Josh looked nice, dishy even, but did she want to fuck him, while Ewan filmed them? Then there was the money, she bl**dy well needed that.”
“Its alright Amanda, we’ll carry on, sorry,” Ewan told her, taking up his camera again.
“I’ll do it, cash of course,” Amanda told him hurriedly.
“Right, I want you to carry on playing with yourself, then Josh will walk up the stairs, and go down on you,” Ewan directed.
Amanda, rubbed her clit, two fingers in her wet cunt, as Josh walked slowly up the stairs towards her. There were butterflies in her stomach, nervous excitement. His face came level with her pussy, he bent down, pulled her hands away, replacing them with his own. His hands were surprisingly cool, as he slid three fingers inside her, stretching her. His breath was on her face. He kissed her roughly, then went south, nibbled her nipples, then his tongue was on her clit. She almost cried out, as the sensations pulsed through her body. A man she had not even spoken to was having a conversation with her cunt, he was a good talker, his tongue was inside her. She groaned with genuine pleasure.
His cock was in her mouth, she almost gagged. She ran her tongue around its bulbous head, and across the glands, she pulled her head back to look at it. A line of saliva connected her mouth to it, as she admired it. It was big, veined, and so hard. She wanted it inside her, and she wanted it now. Josh lay, his back on the stair. Amanda squatted above his cock, her back to him, facing Ewan and his camera. She had almost forgotten the camera. Almost, but not quite. She held the tip of Josh’s cock against her pussy, rubbed it between the lips of her cunt, then pushed it inside her aching pussy, lowering herself onto its hardness. Lower, and lower, until she had it all. She savoured it, she felt it thickness, its hardness. Then she fucked it, she fucked it hard. Her orgasm wasn’t far away, but it was elusive, always just out of reach. As she fucked him, she fingered her clit, pulling the hood back, exposing the button beneath. She saw below her, a woman with the most amazing head of red hair walk across the hall. The woman looked up the stairs, watching her, as she fucked a stranger on the staircase for money. The woman licked her lips, and as she did so, Amanda came, in a flood of wetness, which flooded down the length of Josh’s hard throbbing cock. Amanda had never been quiet at these times, and this was no exception, “Oh fucking hell, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, I want more, more, ooooooooooooh, yessssssssssssssssssssss,” she almost screamed it. The woman with the red hair walked away, out of sight.
Amanda towelled herself dry, then rubbed Clarins body lotion into her skin. It was expensive, but she could afford it. Then having dried her hair, she brushed it, and tied it in a pony tail. She pulled a thick towelling dressing gown over her naked body, and slipped on a pair of sheepskin sl**pers. Not exactly glamorous, but comfortable, and warm. Downstairs Lucy was sl**ping in front of the log burner. Amanda grabbed her newspaper, and curled up in her deep armchair, and began to read the financial section, a glass of Glenmorangie by her side….
Amanda tapped on the office door, and walked in. the woman with the red hair sat at a desk in front of her, studying a computer screen.
“Come on in, take a seat, drink?” She asked.
“Water, would be nice, please,” Amanda asked.
The red head poured her a glass of Highland Spring, and handed it to her.
“I’m Isobel,” she said introducing herself. “We spoke on the phone when I booked you. Doing a bit more than we agreed!”
Amanda nodded, not really sure where the conversation was headed.
“I hope you didn’t feel pressured into doing it,” Isobel said quietly.
“No, not at all, Ewan wasn’t pushy at all. I need the money.” Amanda told her honestly.
“So, you want some more work, I take it?”
Amanda hesitated, then said firmly “Yes, yes I do.”
Isobel studied her for a moment, before she said, “alright then. I’ve two bookings I can offer you, one tomorrow, one the following day. Tomorrow’s is here, four hours.”
“Is it…….” Amanda floated the question.
“Is it hardcore? Yes darling it is. That’s our main line of work. We get only the occasion call for soft core.”
“I see,” Amanda said softly.
“Want to know more?”
Amanda took a deep breath, “yes….yes I do.”
“First off it’s a boy, boy girl, second set, girl, girl, boy. Rates same as today. The following days schedule is yet to be finalised.”
“Two guys at once?” Amanda asked, slightly alarmed.
“You’ll be fine. Been with a girl before?”
“No, and I’m not sure I can, but I’ll try,” Amanda told Isobel.
“Thanks for being honest, try it, I’ll have a word with the director, and the other girl. Now you’re out of work I take it?”
Amanda nodded.
“On top of the modelling, I also run an e****t agency, want to give that a go?” Isobel asked her.
“e****t work? I really don’t know,” Amanda told her.
“That’s alright. Look you have another set to do for Ewan. Do that, then go home, think about it, then come and see me tomorrow after you finish work, ok?”
Amanda put her plate of the floor, Lucy licked the gravy from the empty plate. Amanda closed her eyes, and listened to the music, Adele. Her peace was abruptly broken, as her mobile rang. She looked at the screen, Isobel.
“Hello Izzy, what have you got for me?” Amanda asked.
“Sorry to call you on your weekend. I want you London tomorrow lunch time” Isobel said.
“I fucking hate Monday’s. What’s the address?”
“I’ll email you all the details,” Isobel said. “Did you heard about……………
Amanda was on her knees, trying to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate two cocks at once. She licked the head of one, then the other. She was pulled around, her arse facing the camera. A cock fucked her mouth, then another entered her cunt, and began to pound away. A finger wormed its way into her anus. She was breathless, gasping for air. She grabbed the cock in her mouth, took it out, and ran her tongue down its length, and then licked the guys balls. It was difficult, the guy behind her bumping her forward as he fucked her cunt. They swapped over, she was astride one of them, the cock deep inside her, as the cock in her mouth throbbed, and the guy groaned. He withdrew, and came over her face, and onto her outstretched tongue. Come ran down her face, and into her mouth. She swallowed. Then the other guy began to come. She just managed to get off his cock, and take it in her mouth, before he too came. His load in her mouth, she opened it for the benefit of the camera, before she swallowed the second load. She was sweaty, her legs ached. She still had another session to go, this time with one of the guys, and a girl.
Amanda sat next to Isobel in a wine bar. Outside a winter gale was blowing. Boats in the Royal Harbour bobbed in the swell, wind screamed through their rigging. Ramsgate in a storm, rain rattled against the windows. She sipped her wine, it took away the taste of come.
“You did well today, how did it go with the other girl?” Isobel asked, even though she knew the answer, having watched the unedited video.
“Difficult, when she lowered her cunt onto my mouth I nearly bottled it. But then, well….it wasn’t too bad.”
“I watched some. You did good, which is just as well, I’ve some more bookings for you, but not for a fortnight. Now what about some e****t work?”
Amanda had been expecting this. She still wasn’t one hundred percent, and said nothing.
“Not sure? Let me explain. We charge fifteen hundred pounds for the client to enjoy your company. We vet the client, as carefully as we can. I have as much work as you want.” Isobel told her.
“Fifteen hundred! bl**dy hell, so what’s the catch?” Amanda asked
“No catch really. I take thirty percent, so you’d get a grand. I’d employ you as a temp. Declare annual earnings of eighteen grand, on which you’d pay tax, plus nation insurance of course. Over and above, separate bank account, monies paid direct. Simple.” Isobel told her.
Amanda did the maths in her head. Even with Isobel taking a third, that was still a hell of money.
“Ok, I’ll do it, god help me.”
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