The alarm clock went off at 5:30 a.m. Monday morning. Rena considered shutting it off and going back to sleep, but she would only get this opportunity once. She climbed sleepily out of bed and dragged herself into the shower.
Twenty minutes later, she emerged clean, refreshed, and ready to face the day. She carefully picked out her wardrobe, dressing not to impress but to shock. Short skirt, too-small top, and no underwear. She carefully applied her makeup, using bold Wanton Temptress lipstick, Sweet Sweet Siren blush, and Black As Sin mascara. The result was somewhere between cheerleader and slut, as she’d intended.
Last of all, she fastened her new necklace so that the pendant rested in her cleavage. The necklace had been a present from her mother on her eighteenth birthday, just a month before, and today was both the first time she’d worn it and the first time in her life that she’d put her cleavage on such bold display. Today was the day she embraced her new adulthood.
Rena gave her backpack, still full of schoolbooks, a savage kick, then sashayed out her bedroom door and bounded down the stairs. She would never need those books again.
Rose Thayer watched her daughter come into the kitchen and gave a loud wolf whistle. “That is quite a statement you’re making this morning. What do you charge for a blowjob these days?”
“MOM!” Rena yelled, her face red with shock and embarrassment.
“Babe, you’re an adult now. I don’t have to censor myself. And if you’re going to dress like that, you’ll have to expect some similar comments. Where are you going in that getup? I’m surprised to see you even vertical this early.”
“Christmas vacation is over. First day back to school.”
“Right. Your ridiculous Plan. Now I understand the outfit. I still don’t understand the reason for it,” Rose said, setting two plates on the table.
“Freedom,” Rena said. “It’s about freedom.”
“Well, have some breakfast first. You’ll want something in your stomach besides some guy’s sperm.”
“That’s disgusting, Mom.” But she was starving, so she started shoveling the food in as fast as she could.
“It’s not that disgusting. Have you even tried the stuff? You’re legal now. Free to cock-gobble with the rest of us. And cum doesn’t taste so bad, really. Just not that filling,” Rose explained. “Unless it goes in the other way. Then it could really swell the belly.”
“Are you telling me… No. I don’t want to know. There are some things a daughter should not know about her mother.”
“I favor openness myself. Let me tell you, your father, God rest his soul, loved getting a good morning blowjob. I would wake him up in the nicest way I knew how, then fix myself some eggs, bacon, and coffee.”
“I am so out of here,” Rena said.
“It’s January. You’ll freeze in that skimpy thing.”
But Rena had anticipated that. She knew it would be cold, but she wouldn’t be outside for long. A few minutes in the frigid morning wouldn’t hurt her.
Once outside, she hugged herself and massaged her arms and jumped up and down until she saw the familiar school bus turn onto her street. Then she forced herself to stand still and portray some dignity. She smiled as it pulled up in front of her house and the door opened.
Rena stepped inside the blessed warmth of the bus and looked around. She wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life. The scratched paint, the ripped seats, the stains, the smells, the graffiti. And the driver. Mr. Kelson.
“Hey, girl, ain’t you breaking dress code?”
“That’s not really your concern, is it? It’s up to the school principal to decide that,” Rena told him.
“Maybe not, but I ain’t driving you home when you get suspended. Consider this friendly advice. Go change.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then get in the damned bus so I can close the door and be on the way. You want to dress like a slut, that’s no nevermind of mine.”
“I’m not going with you today, Mr. Kelson. I graduated early. I was done with high school in December. I’m eighteen years old and you will never again have any authority over me, you horrible prick.”
“Then what the fuck did you make me stop here for? You could have stayed warm in your own damn house, and I would have just gone on my way. Neither of us would have had to see the other ever again in our whole fucking lives.”
Rena sneered at him. “I wanted to smell your breath one last time. I wanted to be able to tell people that yes, the bus driver has been drinking without you being able to kick me off the bus or tell your bus driver buddies to give me a hard time.”
“You little shit. Get the hell off my bus.”
“With pleasure.” Rena jumped back out onto the sidewalk and strolled calmly toward her house. She was cold and wanted to run inside, but the bus was still sitting there. She could feel Mr. Kelson’s eyes watching her walk away. He was probably staring at her ass. She didn’t mind that. Guys stared at her ass all the time. But he would not see any sign that she was afraid of him. He’d terrorized her entire high school career. And now she was free.
Closing the front door behind her, Rena ran upstairs, stripped out of her slut clothes and put on a warm robe before coming back down to the kitchen, where her mother was putting away the just-washed breakfast dishes. She sat at the table, made a quick call to the police to report a drunk driving a school bus, then picked up a strip of bacon from the plate still sitting in the center of the table.
“Well,” Rose said. “Was that phone call the point of all this? Was it worth it?”
Rena shook her head. “I needed closure. I needed to get on that bus and then get right back off. I needed to say goodbye to childhood and adolescence forever. I am an adult now and I can speak to other adults as an equal. The call was a fringe benefit.”
“Okay. Well, Miss Adult, what are your plans now that you’ve put school behind you forever?”
“I’m thinking of getting a job,” Rena said. “I’d be good at a job.”
“Hmmm. I may have a suggestion or two towards that goal. I just put on some coffee. It’s almost ready. Pour us both a cup and then join me in the living room so we can discuss your career path.”
With that, Rose left the kitchen. Rena did as she was told, fixing two cups of coffee with honey, and a little cinnamon and milk in her mother’s. But she was reluctant to really have the suggested discussion about employment.
Her mother was the night manager at a run-down motel outside of town. She had the authority to do the hiring for the place, but Rena didn’t really want to work there. She wasn’t exactly ashamed that her mother helped run a no-tell motel, renting rooms by the hour for sleazy trysts between people cheating on their spouses. But she didn’t brag about it, either.
She couldn’t put it off forever, though. She got out a tray, put the cups and the plate of bacon on it, and headed into the living room. “Mom, I don’t want to work at the motel,” she said, taking a firm stance.
“And why not?”
“Well, I don’t really think cleaning rooms is for me.”
“You could maybe work in the restaurant. The motel owns the place.”
“A waitress?” Rena said, barely hiding the scorn. “No, thank you.”
“So what job did you have in mind? Right now, you have no experience and just a high school education.”
“I was thinking of being a cashier somewhere,” Rena replied.
“The restaurant has cashiers. So does the motel, though we call them clerks. Money-handling isn’t their only duty. At least it would give you some experience to put on a job application for something you liked better.”
Rena had to admit there was some sense in that. She had already begun to worry about having no resume. It might be a little creepy, dealing with the cheaters and hookers, but she could handle that. “Well, maybe. As long as I don’t have to clean dirty rooms or touch dirty dishes.”
“I was even thinking,” Rose said, “that I could start training you to be one of the managers.”
“That would be okay.”
“But you’d have to spend some time learning how to wait tables and clean rooms before I would give you any authority over the maids and food servers.”
Rena wrinkled up her nose at that, but she liked the idea of being a manager at age eighteen, just out of school. “Would your boss approve of that?”
Rose laughed. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. And you have displayed an astonishing lack of curiosity for a teenager, and for a girl. I expected you to start asking questions a long time ago. How do you think we afford this house on a night manager’s salary?”
Rena thought about that. It suddenly did seem a little odd. She still thought of herself as poor. When she was little, they’d actually lived in the motel because they couldn’t afford an apartment. And that was even when her dad was still alive. But this was a beautiful house in a good neighborhood. And Rena had her own car. They were doing pretty well for themselves. “I guess I don’t know,” she said.
“I own that motel,” Rose told her. “I also own the Bradford Hotel and a couple of houses in Raintree. And, your name is on all of the deeds as co-owner.”
“How?” Rena asked. “Since when?”
“Well, that’s a story. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear it, but you need to know it sooner or later. I just hope you can handle it.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“When your father died, we were dead broke. Even with free rent at the motel, I was barely keeping us on our feet. I was actually considering stealing from the motel when Dr. Beaumont arrived.”
Rena didn’t know a Dr. Beaumont. She didn’t think she wanted to know. Her mother wasn’t one to keep secrets. This must be a really huge one. But the story was begun now. Rena waited as patiently as she could for the tale to unfold.
“He came in about eleven p.m. He paid for his room. Then he showed me the newspaper he’d been carrying. It was folded to an article he’d circled. He asked me to read the article while he put his luggage in his room. Then he’d be back.
“The article was about our state legislature. They had been trying to update the laws to ease penalties on streetwalkers and create harsher penalties for pimps. But they didn’t amend the law. They completely rewrote it. And they rushed it.
“The new law only mentioned streetwalkers and pimps. It left out all other forms of prostitution. A clever lawyer noticed the omission and when a call girl got arrested, he took her case and challenged her arrest in court. Based on the wording of the new law, a judge agreed that there was no probable cause for the arrest. Except for the streetwalkers, prostitution was now legal in the state.
“Dr. Beaumont returned shortly after I finished reading the article. Then he told me he was horny and asked if there was anybody I could send to his room to ease his condition.”
“Mom, tell me you didn’t,” Rena begged.
“We needed money. We needed groceries. And I was lonely. I hadn’t been with a man since your father died. So I told Dr. Beaumont I could take care of his problem for $500. He agreed. I closed the office for an hour, we both had a great time, and I had a new career.
“I found a couple of other girls. They gave me a cut of every transaction and soon, I was making money hand over fist. I bought the motel from the owner when he retired, got even more girls, and started an escort service. I now supply girls to lonely men all over the state. I bought the Bradford Hotel five years ago, for a more expensive and luxurious version of what we offer at the motel, and a couple of nice houses to give extra privacy for well-paying VIPs.”
“This can’t be happening,” Rena said in shock.
“You should know that the legislature closed the loophole a couple of years ago, but I got grandfathered in. I have the only legal prostitution business in the state. I can’t expand. No new brothels. And I can’t advertise. But I added two strip clubs, an adult video store, a webcam site, and a small porn studio. And you, my daughter, own 40% of all of it. How’s that for a new job?”
“My own mother is a whore,” Rena whispered in horror. “A cock-sucking whore.”
“Cock-sucking, cum-swallowing, fucking-for-money-whore. And proud of it,” Rose agreed.
“Well, I’m not proud. This is terrible. I want nothing to do with your fucking business. I will clean restrooms at the truck stop before I join you.”
Rose’s eyes flashed with anger. “Listen to me, you spoiled child. You don’t have to approve of the career I’ve built. But you will respect it. The bedroom you sleep in, the car you drive, and the phone you spend all day texting with, were all paid for by men who traded money for sex.
“That robe you’re wearing was a Christmas present from me, Rena. And my friend and employee, Julia French, spent an hour on her back to earn the money to buy it. The bed you woke up in, the breakfast you ate, and every luxury you enjoy was provided to you by whores and johns.”
Rena felt a little ashamed of herself, but she was still angry. She hadn’t chosen to be the daughter of a prostitute and madam. It wasn’t fair to expect her to suddenly be okay with all this. “And is this the real job you expect me to do for you?” Rena asked. “Be a whore?”
“No. I expect you to help me run this enterprise. Judith helped me build it and has been essential in the running of things. But she wants to go join her daughter in Germany and I’m going to need to replace her. As co-owner, it is high time you took an interest, and as you are now 18, you are legally able to participate in the business.”
“I guess that’s something, anyway. You’re not pimping me out.”
“I won’t force you to do anything,” Rose promised. “But I do have some standards. If you want to work as a cashier in the motel restaurant for fourteen dollars an hour, that’s one thing. You’re hired. Congratulations. But if you want to be a manager there, then I expect you to learn all the jobs. I won’t put you in charge of the servers and bussers and cooks if you don’t know how to serve food, bus tables, or cook a steak to order. Since you’re only 18, the other employees will accept you as a manager because you’re the daughter of the owner, but the only way to earn their respect is to let them see you learning their jobs and shouldering some of the work.
“By the same token, one of the duties of the clerks in the motel is to take guest requests for female company, then assign an available girl to fill the request. Before I’ll trust a clerk with that responsibility, she needs to entertain at least five clients herself and know what the girls go through. And a manager in the motel has to be willing to take a client at any time if we’re busy and short of girls.”
“How often do you have to fill in?” Rena asked.
“Have to? Not often. I have plenty of girls. Maybe once in two or three months. But even at my age, I have some regulars who want to see me personally. Dr. Beaumont still requests my company when he comes to town.”
“This is all a shock.”
“Yes. I knew it would be,” Rose acknowledged.
“I need to think about this.”
“Of course. Take your time. If you decide to find some other employment, it won’t hurt my feelings. If you want to go to college, you’ll have my full support. And the brothels will pay your tuition. But never forget whose shoulders you’re standing on. I won’t have my girls disrespected. Not even by you.”
Rena stood up from her seat and went up to her room as quickly as she could. She was furious at what she’d heard, but the truth of it was undeniable. Her whole life was paid for by prostitution. Unless she was ready to walk out the door and live naked and homeless on the streets, she would continue to be dependent on the whores.
For three days, Rena couldn’t face her mother. She took meals in her room, watched television, listened to music, and read some favorite books. All the while, she was more and more aware of how all of it had been paid for. Her comforter, her new boots, her cat’s cute little house. All of it earned by women on their backs. Rena’s world had shifted and turned and pointed her in a new direction, one that she would never have contemplated on her own.
Eventually, she came down to the living room. “Okay. I guess I need to try this profession we’re in.”
“That’s my daughter,” Rose said. “I admire your courage.”
“It’s not courage. It’s acceptance. No husband and children for Rena. Just a life of bedding strangers for cash.”
“Don’t give up on those dreams. I’ve known many whores who found husbands. One of the reasons Judith is leaving is to get married.”
“How do I get started? Do I have to find my first client, or will you pick him?” Rena asked.
“I won’t arrange anything if you do this in bitterness and anger,” Rose warned her.
“I’m not angry. I promise. I was, but not anymore. It was a shock. If we’d had a conversation about prostitution that didn’t involve my mother, I would have defended a woman’s right to sell her body if she wants to. And now, you’ve gotten my curiosity up about this. I think I’m ready.”
Rose shook her head. “Not quite, you’re not. You’ve got the wrong perspective. A prostitute doesn’t sell her body. She doesn’t even rent it. She performs a service.”
Rena gave her a skeptical look. “It’s her body the guy is using.”
“No. He doesn’t use her body. She uses her own body to give him pleasure. So does a massage therapist. Or a professional athlete. Or a singer.”
Rena thought about that for a moment and recognized that there was some truth to that. She nodded. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”
“Why don’t we take this one step at a time. First, are you a virgin?”
“I am, yes. Should I find myself a guy to take care of that first?” Rena asked.
“Oh, absolutely not. This is a rare opportunity. Only once in a blue moon do we have a virgin. We’ll have an auction. You’ll make a ton of money. But how do you feel about stripping?”
“Stripping? I’ve never thought about it. I’m not sure I’d have the courage.”
“I own two strip clubs,” Rose said. “Or rather, we own two strip clubs. Kittens and Cherry Orchard. I can have you on stage tonight if you’re up for it.”
“I’m still having trouble facing all this. However, while I had no idea my own mother owned the place, I’ve been curious about Kittens. I’ve even thought about getting someone to go with me. And maybe I’ve had a fantasy or two about going on stage. It scares me, but I think I’m up for it.”
“You are definitely my daughter. Tonight it is, then.”
Rose e-mailed several links to her daughter, leading her to instructional videos on trimming, shaping, and shaving pubic hair, and several tips and techniques for exotic dancers.
After these had been studied, and Rena had done some personal grooming, Rose took her daughter shopping for lingerie and sexy outfits that were easy to remove. The salesclerk gave them some disapproving looks, clearly believing that a mother should not be advising a teenage daughter on how to dress sexy. Rose told her that Rena was about to get married and they were putting together her honeymoon wardrobe, but it didn’t seem to help.
Rose had chosen ten p.m. for Rena to make her debut. The hours seemed to tick by, one slow second at a time, and yet speed by at a record pace. At eight-forty-five, they pulled up in front of Kittens, offering all-nude female entertainment. Rose gave their car to the valets, and they walked into the club.
A doorman in a black bow tie and white tuxedo shirt tried to prevent their entry. “I’m sorry. Women must be accompanied by a man.”
“Guys love to buy lap dances for their girlfriends, but women on their own don’t buy many dances,” Rose explained to her daughter. To the doorman, she said, “Please let Keith know that Rose is here.”
A few minutes later, they were in a VIP booth with a good view of the stage. Rena stared with wide eyes as girl after girl took off every scrap of clothing and danced totally naked for a few dollars laid on the stage for them to pick up.
“How can I do this?” Rena asked. “I’m only 18. I thought dancers had to be 21,”
“At the topless clubs, yes. They serve alcohol, so the liquor laws apply. But my clubs serve only juice, soda, and energy drinks. No liquor at all. So my dancers can be as young as eighteen and, as a bonus, they can be totally nude.”
“Hell of a way to make my debut. I’m barely 18. I’m barely out of high school. I’ve never been naked with a man before. And tonight, I’m going to show my goodies to a lot of strange men.”
“Think of it as a half step. You could be starting as a whore rather than a stripper. I’ve got a porn studio. You could be making your debut in a gang bang video.”
“You misunderstand,” Rena said. “I’m not complaining. I’m ready to masturbate, I’m so excited.”
Rose laughed. “Just be careful. We’re trying to stay within the law here. When you get on stage, you can rub your pussy, even spread yourself open. No fingers, though. Not inside. Vice cops come here all the time. They’d love a chance to shut me down.”
Rena watched the dancers while her mother took her ID and went to make a copy for the club’s records. Rose got the manager to put Rena on the schedule, then came back to their table. “Your stripper name is ‘Passion’. Ariel is up on stage right now. Phoenix is up next. Robin is after Phoenix. Then it’s your turn.”
She felt like she was waiting through a countdown. Rena watched in awe as the girls onstage treated her to views usually reserved for boyfriends and gynecologists. She was not attracted to women and never had been, but she could appreciate what this sight would do for the many men watching. And she was eager to take her own turn.
Each girl did a three-song set. They would dance to the first song wearing lingerie or a bikini or maybe shorts and a t-shirt, finishing the song by taking off their top. The second song started topless and ended fully nude. And the final song was just the girl dancing naked for the men. Rena watched in fascination as the girls exposed themselves without shame.
Then Robin came on stage, the last dancer before Rena. “You need to go backstage and get ready,” Rose said. “You’re up next. Go through that small black door next to the stage.”
Rena went through the door and found herself in a decent-sized locker room. Several girls, wearing little or nothing, were sitting on benches, looking in mirrors, and chatting amiably. One of them, a girl dressed in only a thong, came up to her.
“I’m Diane. Or Harlot, in this place. You new?”
Rena nodded. Two other girls looked over with interest. She supposed they were interested in the new meat. Maybe they’d see her as competition, or as a kind of sorority sister. Or both.
“Nervous?” Harlot asked.
“A little.”
“If you can’t go through with it, there’s no shame in it. No embarrassment. You can walk away. Nobody will think the less of you for it.”
The words were kind, but they set Rena to giggling. “I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I keep my clothes on? Doesn’t it usually go the other way?”
Harlot laughed. “I see your point. But you’re here. It’s a different world. A girl who gets to this point and chickens out might feel some embarrassment. I’m just saying to relax and don’t worry about it. You’ve never danced before, right?”
“Right.”
“Do you have a boyfriend in the audience?”
Rena shook her head, “No.”
“Husband? Pimp?”
“Pimp? Hell no!”
“No judgment here,” Harlot said sternly. “Some girls do more than dance. Don’t look down on them.”
“She won’t,” said a man coming toward them. Rena was surprised, and then not surprised, that the girls were not bothered by this guy walking through the dressing room while they were all naked. He looked at Harlot and Rena. “This girl’s mother owns this club, and a brothel.”
“Two brothels,” Rena surprised herself with the boast.
“Right,” said the man. “Two brothels. This girl isn’t about to look down her nose on anything our girls do off the books.”
“This is Caleb,” Harlot introduced. “He’s the House Mom. He does our laundry, sews on buttons, orders food for us, keeps extra deodorant, tampons, hairspray, makeup, and mouthwash in case we run out, and massages tired dancers. Each girl tips him at least twenty at the end of her shift.”
“It’s your first night,” Caleb said. “Don’t worry about it tonight. If you come back, then there are expectations.”
“Does your mom really own this club?” Harlot asked.
Rena nodded. “Yeah. I just found out about it, though.”
“Are you dancing here to spite her?”
“No. She’s in the audience. For moral support.”
“I can’t believe she would let her own daughter do this,” Caleb said.
“She says that if I’m going to help her run these places, I have to gain some experience at all the levels.”
“Is she going to make you work in the brothel, too?”
“Not make me, no. But if I want to be anything more than a maid, I need to know what the life is like,” Rena explained.
Harlot’s eyes were wide with surprise. “I didn’t know this town had a brothel. I mean, of course it has prostitutes. But isn’t it risky to have them gathered in one place?”
“Loophole in the law. They actually operate legally. So my mom tells me. You should think about it.”
“I just might.”
Caleb pointed to an empty locker. “Robin’s on her last song. You’d better hurry.”
Rena quickly took off her street clothes, leaving her in a sexy bra and panties. She was led to a set of steps leading up to a black curtained doorway that led out into the club. Then she just waited for her name to be called.
The DJ finally said,” Let’s hear it for Robin!” And muted clapping was the response. She’d already seen for herself that the guys didn’t respond much to the dancers on stage, except to throw down dollar bills, and make lewd suggestions. When Robin came through the curtains, naked as the day she was born, and clutching her discarded clothing and a handful of those dollar bills, Rena braced herself for her own turn.
“And now,” the DJ announced, “We have a brand-new dancer making her debut. A legitimate 18-year-old virgin. She’s never been naked in front of a man before, so we are privileged to be here to witness this. But treat her respectfully. Her mother’s in the audience. Please welcome Passion!”
Time was up. The waiting was over. Feeling like she was in a dream, Rena walked up the steps and through the curtain onto the runway. The pole was all the way on the other end. She made that her goal. If she could reach that without falling down or fainting, she would consider it a challenge passed.
She forgot to do her sexy walk, she realized. But she had practiced that walk for hours and hours and hours. In her dreamy daze, her hips were sashaying by habit. Her tits and ass were swaying from side to side seductively.
When she was close enough, she reached out and grabbed the pole, swinging herself around it. She was acutely aware that her ass was on full display in that barely-a-garment thong as three men sitting at the end of the runway looked up at her.
She tried to avoid looking at her mother, but her eyes zipped right to where she was sitting. Rena had to force her gaze to the crowd of lusty men. Now that she was here, and naked in front of them, they didn’t seem as creepy as she’d imagined. No pasty-fasted stalker-types in trench coats. Just a bunch of regular guys in ordinary clothes.
And dancing for them, showing them her body, was easier than she’d thought. And more fun. She actually enjoyed it when guys stared at her ass as she walked down the street. She loved catching their quickly-averted glances at her chest as they struggled to maintain eye contact.
By the time the first song ended, Rena’s embarrassment had vanished. She unhooked her bra and threw it behind her without hesitation. She strutted up and down the runway, played on the pole, and reveled in the eyes on her tits.
As the second song ended, Rena chose to kick off her heels before slipping out of the tiny thong. Without the shoes and the minimal coverage of that scrap of cloth, she was totally naked in front of dozens of strange men. And part of her rush of excitement was their reaction to her.
Guys were somewhat helpless in their attraction to females. She had read in a psychology magazine that when a man sees a woman he’s attracted to, especially if he doesn’t already know her, there is a measurable physiological reaction. His body temperature rises, his heartbeat increases, adrenaline and testosterone are dumped in his bloodstream. And he loses up to 20% of his cognitive abilities, especially when it came to planning and envisioning consequences.
Guys become totally stupid looking at pretty girls. And they will do anything to reach that level of stupidity. Rena felt powerful as she helped them achieve their goal. She waved her ass, jiggled her tits, and spread her legs to expose her pussy.
In no time at all, her set was over. She had to leave the stage. Rena gathered up the ones and fives at the edge, an interesting form of applause unique to strip clubs. She didn’t have any pockets to put them in, so she awkwardly clutched these, and her bits of clothing, to her chest as she went back through the curtained archway into the locker room.
Caleb and Harlot congratulated her on a job well done as she made her way back to her locker. She thanked them and appreciated their support, but in truth, she barely heard what they were saying. Rena was euphoric over her debut. Her heart was pounding. She felt like she’d done some kind of drug. And, to her surprise, she realized another effect that her performance had had.
“I’m wet,” she murmured.
“You’re a natural,” Harlot told her. “If you can turn yourself on taking off your clothes in public, then you belong on that stge.”
Caleb was grinning at her. “She’s not wrong. Let’s see how you do on the lap dance.”
“Lap dance?” Rena questioned.
“Oh, yes,” Harlot nodded. “Lap dances are where most dancers make their money. You get maybe fifteen-twenty bucks on the runway, but you’re just advertising there. You’re really hoping some guy will see you, remember your name, and pay for a dance.”
“What happens in a lap dance?”
“You take off your clothes, sit in a guy’s lap, and grind your ass against his erection for three minutes. For $20 a song. Plus, tips if you’re friendly.”
“Friendly?”
“If you let him touch you.”
Rena’s eyes went wide. “Is that legal?” Her mother’s brothel was legal under an accidental loophole. But this place wasn’t covered.
“It’s a grey area. The city requires dancers to stay three feet from the customers, no touching whatsoever. But the state supreme court ruled that erotic dancing was covered under the First Amendment as a form of free speech. The law is still on the books, so you can be arrested. But no prosecutor can legally take it to court.
“Generally, if you don’t mind a guy’s hands on you, it’s fine. But if you let him finger you, then it’s defined as prostitution unless you can prove you didn’t take any money for it.”
“Complicated,” Rena observed.
“As I said, a grey area. So most of the time, the vice cops won’t bother us unless we do something blatant.”
“How do I find a guy to dance for?”
“You just sashay around the club in some skimpy bit of underwear and ask guys if they want a dance. Just plop down in their lap and wait for the next song to start if they say Yes. Or take them to the sofas at the back of the room if you’re willing to allow a lot of contact.
“If they ask for a Private or a VIP, those start at $150 for a half hour. You get half of that; the rest goes to the club. Take the guy through the red curtain at the back of the club and there are four small rooms with couches. What you do in those rooms is between you and the guy. Just keep in mind that some things are always illegal. If the yellow lights go on, the police are here to raid us. The bartender turns it on if she has a chance.”
“Right now,” Caleb interrupted, “she doesn’t have to worry about lap dances or private shows. Her mother has given orders that she is only onstage tonight.”
Rena felt oddly embarrassed, like a sheltered teenager prohibited from seeing an R-rated movie that all her friends were going to. Her parent in this case had encouraged her to strip out of her clothes in front of a lot of horny men, but that was the low standard in this environment. All the girls went that far. But her Mommy wouldn’t let her do a lap dance.
Feeling a need to save face, Rena said, “My mom wants to auction off my virginity. She doesn’t care if guys see me naked. But I think she wants to limit my own experience. I suppose it might influence my reactions. Whoever gets me for the first time will get a girl who’s never seen or touched a man’s cock before, not even through his pants.”
Caleb and Harlot glanced at each other in surprise. They were suitably impressed, in Rena’s opinion. And it was getting easier to acknowledge that she was about to become a whore. Admitting it to these two had even been fun. Even a little arousing.
Seduction and ravishment are erotic. The feeling that events are sweeping you along, that your choices are being gradually taken away, is exciting. There was a countdown to penetration, a step-by-step checklist of tasks to be completed before defloration, and Rena was feeling that inevitable moment come closer and closer.
Her mother was waiting for her outside the door to the locker room. “Time to go,” she said.
“But I only danced once,” Rena protested.
“It’s kind of addictive, isn’t it? You want that rush. But I just wanted you to have a little experience getting naked in front of strange men before I get you a paid date. Didn’t want you freaking out.”
“I think I’ll be okay.”
“You’ll be more than okay. And next week, when I send you to collect the earnings from Kittens, the dancers won’t resent you like they would some stuffy accountant or lawyer who looks down their nose at them even as he stiffens in his pants and drools over the money they bring in. The dancers will respect you because they know you’re not afraid to get up on that stage and live their life. And the male managers and bouncers and DJs will show more respect to the dancers if they know their boss has been on that stage.”
Rose led her daughter back to the car, then drove them home. For the next few days, she cautiously prepared the auction. Her brothels were legal but advertising them was not. And the auction was definitely coloring outside the lines.
But she’d done this before. Plenty of young women had paid for college by selling their virginity. A few had gone through Rose to do so. There were methods that kept the process legal. A few secure e-mails to and from certain wealthy clients and it was on.
The ads were hosted in Australia, where a virginity auction was legal. Neither her name nor her face was used. Rose had taken a nude picture of her daughter from the side, one arm over her breasts, the other reaching upward, covering most of her face. Only one eye could be seen. This was used as the advertisement.
The auction went live at 8 a.m., midnight in Sydney. Rena was up early and had been glued to her computer since six, reading erotic stories, watching porn her mother had suggested, all the time waiting in anticipation until the time clicked over from 7:59 to the fateful opening of the bidding.
The first bid came in at 8:11. Someone had pledged to pay $500 to be Rena’s first. There was something thrilling about having men compete for her favors. Instead of losing her virginity to some temporary boyfriend in the back seat of his mother’s car, she would have the adventure of being a prize, an expensive indulgence.
It no longer bothered her that she would be debuting as a prostitute. Women had been bartering sexual services for money, security, and even food for as long as humans had existed. And in her research, she had found that the behavior wasn’t limited to humans. Female chimpanzees, penguins, and hummingbirds had all been observed trading sex for resources they needed. There was no shame in doing something that had the approval of evolution, history, and Mother Nature.
But she couldn’t just sit and watch the bids come in. She was too antsy. She had to get up and move around. Every girl in the world surely got excited as their defloration approached. They planned the details, carefully chose the lucky guy, and fantasized about what it would be like. For Rena, the details were the auction and her mother’s brothel, the lucky guy would be a wealthy man who was willing to shell out big bucks to experience her inexperience. The fantasies ranged from handsome foreign counts to ugly American oil tycoons. The fact that she would be meeting this man for the first time less than an hour before he took her added a lot of spice to this adventure.
Rena tried to follow a normal day’s routine, but as an 18-year-old girl, newly released from high school, with no job, she didn’t really have a daily routine. At her mother’s suggestion, she ended up watching a lot of porn. So she’d know what to expect.
And it was fascinating stuff. She understood why guys watched these videos and why there was so much of it. Rena stared in awe as penis after penis after penis entered pussy after pussy after pussy. And then there were the cum shots. She watched girls get cum splattered across their face. She watched guys come inside girls’ mouths. She watched as they came right inside the pussy and the girl pushed out the goo afterward.
Her mother had left the choice up to her. She could insist on a condom or let her client go “bareback,” one of the terms her mother had taught her in preparation. Condoms were required in the brothels, and highly recommended for the girls who did outcall service. But this auction was only open to those who had a recent test for STIs and were willing to test again before they claimed their prize. And it was likely that the bidding would go pretty high, meaning the man who won would almost certainly be in the best health money could buy.
Rena had yet to make up her mind, but it was exciting watching these men twitch and shudder as they came inside a woman. Whether it was part of her deflowering or not, she looked forward to experiencing that herself. And soon.
Taking pity on her daughter’s nervousness, Rose found her a distraction. She fixed Rena some lunch, then sat her down with the books for the businesses she’d hid from her for so long. The hotel brought in more money, but it was also more expensive to run, so it was the motel that showed the best profit margins. The callgirl business had a lot of potential but finding girls for it was a chore. There was no shortage of women willing to fuck for money. But most of them felt they would earn more if they didn’t have to pay a service to find them dates.
Day after day, the strip clubs brought in the most income. Men paid a small fee to get in because it was less expensive than going to a brothel and getting what they really wanted. But they kept paying, for dance after dance after dance.
And it had recently been suggested that if the cameras in one or two of the VIP rooms were to break somehow, the club and its owners could claim no knowledge of what went on in there. They could officially declare those rooms “off limits” and fine the dancers every time they used them. It would be a way of using the strip clubs as two more brothels, with the dancer fines acting as the house cut. Rose was thinking about it.
At midnight, the auction ended. Rena couldn’t bear to look so her mother read her the results. “Lucas Endacott has submitted the high bid of 3.8 million dollars for the right to take your virginity.”
“Lucas,” Rena said to herself, trying to picture him, astounded that someone had paid so much to take her virginity. “What does he look like? Is he some creepy old dude?”
“Yeah,” Rose confirmed. “He’s sixty and looks absolutely hideous.”
Rena shuddered in revulsion, but she had resolved to go through with this no matter what. It would have been nice if her first time could have been with someone she was attracted to, but she supposed it wasn’t necessary.
“However,” her mother said, “Lucas did not purchase your maidenhead for himself. He tells me that it would take a truckload of Viagra to enable him to do the deed.”
“Eww! TMI!”
“You’ll discover that guys will share a lot of things with a whore they won’t discuss with their wife, doctor, or lawyer. A whore isn’t going to shame him because he’s paying for sex. So, she can be trusted with his other secrets.”
“So, who did he buy me for?”
“He did not buy you! Get that through your head.” Rose frowned at her daughter. “It is essential to remember that these men are not buying women, even if they think they are. A whore is not a slave or a piece of property. He is paying for a service. The whore is providing a service.”
“Didn’t you just say he was buying my maidenhead? Isn’t that a part of me?”
“I meant it figuratively. Think of it as buying a ticket to a debut performance.”
“Okay,” Rena nodded. “I’ll try to keep that in mind. So, who will be attending my debut?”
“Justin Endecott. Lucas Endecott’s grandson. According to the e-mail, Justin is twenty-one years old and still a virgin. Lucas wants to change that.”
“Why? I mean, I’m overjoyed that my first time won’t be with a creepy old man, and I quite like the idea of losing my virginity with another virgin. But why is it any of the old man’s business if or when his grandson gets laid?”
“There are many who believe that a boy becomes a man when he first has sex with a woman. Lucas Endecott is one of those. And he thinks it’s high time Justin took that step. It’s more than a little misogynistic. But so much of the world is. Are you having second thoughts?”
“No. I’m just a little confused about why this is so important to men. They pay millions of dollars just to stick their dick in a girl. They build elaborate rituals around it. They risk their jobs, even their lives for the experience. I don’t understand.”
“It’s evolution, darling. Men are absolutely driven to impregnate as many females as they possibly can. It drives away all their common sense, all their instincts for self-preservation, even their greed. I used to resent it. But there’s no point in resenting human nature. It cannot be changed. Now I profit from it.”
Rena absorbed that over the next few days, waiting for her appointment. It made her feel much more comfortable with the whole arrangement. She felt in control. Powerful. Men were helpless before her femininity. She had always felt so awkward and exposed when guys stared at her. Now, she understood the incredible strength those stares gave her.
She was feeling confident and almost relaxed when the day of the event dawned. To Rena’s surprise, there was a private airstrip behind the shabby no-tell motel where she’d spent her early childhood. Rose informed her that they had clients from other states and countries who came in discreetly by air. Astonishing her daughter even more, Rose told her that they actually owned their own airplane to go pick up well-to-do clients from other parts of the country. It was expensive to maintain. So, unless it was needed, Rose rented it to a charter service.
When they pulled into the motel’s parking lot, Rena could see the plane parked behind the building. Her mother drove around to the back and they watched as a fuel truck filled the plane’s tanks. A set of collapsible stairs emerged from under the aircraft door and unfolded. A uniformed pilot came out of the plane, descended to the asphalt and approached the car.
“Good morning, ladies. May I escort our guest into the aircraft?”
“This is it,” Rose said. “Your last chance to back out with honor. If you climb those steps, you’re committing yourself.”
“I am already committed,” Rena asserted. She got out of the car and allowed the pilot to put his hand on her back and guide her. It was a very masculine gesture that women were somehow expected to feel comforted by, but its usage had always confused her.
She entered the plane and found herself in a small room with a compact travel kitchen, two seats, and a television. A door to her left presumably led to the cockpit. The other door, on her right, probably led to the main cabin.
Rena watched with some interest as the main hatchway was secured, shaping itself to the cylindrical tube of the plane’s body. She resolved to learn how to fly one of these babies. If she and her mother owned one, then she had a right to make use of it.
A breathtakingly beautiful flight attendant, whose nametag read “Holly,” ushered her through the right-hand door, into the main cabin. Rena had never been on an airplane before, but she’d seen them in various television shows, and this was not what she’d expected.
A queen-sized bed was pushed up against the side wall of the plane. You could lie on that bed and look out the windows. A few feet from the foot of the bed were three rows of luxurious airplane seats, looking more like Lazy-Boy than Delta.
“Does this bed get used a lot? Is there usually an audience?” Rena asked Holly. This guy was supposed to be a virgin, but perhaps his father? Or grandfather? And imagine doing it with those seats filled.
“No,” Holly informed her, studying Rena with cautious neutrality. “Three days ago, this was an office. The Endacotts do a lot of business on their way to do other business. The seats are for rough weather or for watching movies or presentations. The desk and sofas were removed so you could conduct your own kind of…business.”
Though Holly was very careful not to show it, Rena sensed disapproval from the flight attendant. It seemed rather hypocritical. Holly’s tight uniform, displaying a lot of leg and cleavage, showed that she had been hired for her looks and body. Rena made a quick evaluation of her situation and the woman standing in front of her. The 3.8 million dollars the Endacotts had paid for Rena’s presence and services gave her a great deal of leeway. Though it might be a mistake, she tried to put the hostile flight attendant on the defensive. “I’m surprised you weren’t chosen for this yourself. You’re more dressed for the role than I am. But I’m guessing you’re not a virgin.”
Holly gasped at the insult and bared her teeth in a snarl. But she knew her duty and slapping a virgin whore was not part of it. “Please take a seat,” she said with a tight smile. “We’ll be in the air shortly.”
Rena accepted the instructions and chose a seat by a window. Holly snarkily offered her milk and cookies, or anything else she might like, except for alcohol. “We’re still in the States. I am informed that you’re eighteen. You’re not legal for adult or other recreations. When we get over international waters, you may have some champagne or marijuana if you wish.”
When Rena declined, Holly went through a door behind the bed and shut the door. Reana assumed that she had her own seat back there.
Rena’s first flight was absolutely thrilling. Watching the ground drop away and feeling the ascension in her belly were exciting new experiences. She was losing more than just her sexual virginity on this day, and she welcomed the education. Just imagining all that empty air beneath her and the miracle of technology that let her rise above it all was both scary and exciting.
She couldn’t help but make comparisons. The day after she’d turned eighteen, Eric Martinez had taken her to a movie. Kevin Connelly had rented a limo on the one occasion she’d dated him. But Justin Endecott had sent a luxurious private jet. Even if she hadn’t sold her virginity to his father for Justin to claim, Rena would be tempted to give it up to him after such a gesture. Any girl would.
The plane touched down in Aruba. When they taxied to a stop, Holly emerged from the employee area at the back. She’d gotten herself in control and in a professional tone, explained. “Your line of work is legal here. The Endacotts will not be risking any criminal charges for this encounter. Justin does not know the details of the auction, nor does he know your name. His father asks that you keep it that way. And since his father is paying your fee, it would be best to honor his wishes. Employees and contractors who fail to follow instructions always regret it.”
After delivering this warning, Holly went to stand by the door as it was opened by the pilots. The man who entered was not at all what Rena had pictured. He wasn’t tall. Taller than Rena, who was short even for a woman, but a small, unimposing man. He had sandy-coloured hair and glasses. He was handsome, in a soft and weak way, not someone with a lot of charisma or charm. If he wasn’t rich, it would not be a surprise that he was still a virgin.
Holly guided him to the seat next to Rena’s, watched as he buckled himself in, then made herself scarce, going back through the door to the small room next to the outer hatch.
Defying the instructions of Holly, she introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Rena.” If they were giving each other their innocence, he deserved to have her name.
“Justin,” he responded. He wouldn’t look at her, except in short, darting glances. Rena was amused by that. She had once had the same reaction to the presence of a whore. She’d been sitting in the food court at the mall with her friend Stacey when a couple of women in tight, skimpy clothes had taken a table nearby. Realizing what they must be, she had been embarrassed and intimidated. Neither she nor Stacey had been able to look at them, yet they hadn’t been able to ignore them either. Those same darting glances had been the result.
The plane hadn’t been on the ground twenty minutes, but now that Justin was settled, they sped down the runway and climbed back into the sky. Rena stared out the window again, but she was aware that Justin had his eyes closed and his fingers clenched around the arms of his seat.
“Afraid of flying?” she asked, when the island was behind them.
“Terrified.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why? It’s not your fault.”
“No, but I can sympathize. If I had to sit in a room full of spiders, it would be a nightmare.”
Justin chuckled at the comparison. “I guess it’s similar. Except that I have to ride this thing three or four times a week, running errands for my father.”
“That sucks. Where are we going today? Another island? Why wasn’t Aruba suitable?”
“We’re not going anywhere. As soon as we get high enough, we’re going to circle while you and I…do stuff.”
“Oh.” Rena thought about that. She was going to spend her virginity on a ticket to the mile-high club. After a moment, she said, “I don’t like your father.”
“Have you met him?”
“No. And I don’t want to. But this is supposed to be your first time. It should be in a pleasant environment. It seems cruel to make you go through this when you’re terrified by the plane ride.”
“It’s your first time, too,” Justin pointed out. “At least, that’s what my father said. He paid big bucks for a virgin, he told me.”
“It is my first time. But I’m enjoying the plane ride. And nobody paid for me. Get that through your head. He paid for a service. That’s all. He paid big bucks for a first-time service. It’s like buying tickets for the premiere of a new Broadway musical. Attending the first performance makes the experience more valuable. But nobody owns me but me.
Justin seemed surprised by her lecture but didn’t argue. He apologized instead. “I’m sorry. I’m a little nervous. I don’t know the protocols.”
“Neither do I. We’ll figure it out together. The flight attendant warned me to not even hint at the financial arrangements behind this, but we’ve already broken that rule. We’re both just feeling our way through this.”
Justin grinned. “She wanted you to keep quiet because my father wants to protect me from American sex tourism laws. If neither of us touches the money or mentions the money, we can all pretend there was no money.”
Holly popped out of her hidey hole and let them know that the plane had attained a cruising height. “Knock on this door when you’re…um…finished. Or if you need something. Otherwise, nobody will come into this room unless there is an emergency. We’re out over the ocean and small planes fly about 5,000 feet higher than the commercial flight paths. We’re out of everybody’s way and we can circle up here for five hours before we need to land and refuel. So you’ve got some time.”
With that announcement, Holly retreated back into her own area. Rena unbuckled her seat belt, moving slowly out of nervousness. It helped a little to see that Justin wasn’t moving any faster than she was.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” Rena ventured.
“I think we’re about to get pretty personal. I think we can speak openly.”
Rena smiled and nodded. He was right. “You’re rich and good-looking. How is that you’re a virgin?”
“It’s the MeToo movement. I have to be careful. Girls flock to me, eager to be seen with me, hoping for favors. Many of them would be perfectly willing to go to bed with me.
“But I’m used to getting anything I want. How do I know if a girl honestly wants me to sleep with her or is just intimidated by the money and influence I have? I don’t have the experience to be able to spot the difference.”
Rena had to acknowledge that very real possibility. “Yeah. That happened to a friend of mine. She went on a double date with her college roommate. The roommate’s boyfriend had promised his buddy a girl. His girlfriend provided my friend. Both the roommate and the boyfriend promised the buddy that sex was going to happen. My cousin was the only one who didn’t know that. But she was too scared to say no.”
“All in all, this is probably a better solution.”
“I still think you have other options, but I’m here to be of service. Shall we get started?”
“I don’t think we’re in a rush.”
“No,” Rena said. “But I’m so nervous, I’m jumping out of my skin.”
Justin laughed. “Ok, yeah. I know how you feel. How do we start?”
“We could get undressed,” she suggested.
“Just like that? Just take off our clothes?”
“Yeah. My mom made me practice getting naked in front of people by taking me to a strip club and making me perform. Even if I get embarrassed, and I probably will, I like guys looking at me. Do you want me to go first? Or wait. I have an idea. Why don’t you take off my clothes and I’ll take off yours?”
Justin nodded in relief and anticipation. They kicked off shoes and socks to get a head start on the fun part. The vibrations of the plane under Rena’s feet felt good under her bare feet.
Justin moved closer to Rena and reached for the hem of her shirt. “I expected you to be dressed a lot sexier,” he said.
“So did I. I had a whole sexy outfit and some barely-there lingerie. But I was expecting you to come to my room in the hotel. Instead, I came to your airplane. I didn’t know where I was going, so I dressed for casual and acceptable.”
Slowly, he pulled her t-shirt up. Rena lifted her arms to make it easier for him. Her heart was racing as a man’s fingers touched her for the first time. She imagined that Justin was similarly affected, and that held its own thrill. She wanted to ask if he was hard, but couldn’t make the words come out.
The t-shirt came off and was dropped in one of the seats. She was standing before him in her bra and jeans, exciting them both. “My turn,” Rena said. She copied Justin, trying to pull off his shirt from the hem. But she wasn’t tall enough and Justin ended up having to help her.
Justin then unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers at her waist making her breath come faster. They were tight, and hip-hugging. He had to put in some effort to get them down her legs. As she stepped out of them, very aware of the tiny thong she was wearing, Rena offered to turn around. “Would you like to see the rear view? Do you like looking at girl’s butts?”
“Oh, yeah. It is always hard to be polite and keep my eyes above the shoulders.”
“Well, today, you don’t have to worry about that. Look all you want.” Rena spun and leaned forward a bit to push her ass out for his inspection.
Justin got impatient and took an extra turn, reaching out and touching her bra fastener. Rena giggled a little when he had trouble getting it undone. But she was patient, and he had clever fingers. He managed the task at last.
With much less difficulty, he slid her thong down. If his thumbs lingered over her cheeks a little more than was strictly necessary for the task, Rena had no objection. And then she was naked, 40,000 feet in the air, standing in front of a man she’d only just met.
Her mother’s lessons, and her own observations, helped her overcome the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm. Justin might be rich. His family might be powerful. And maybe Rena was just a whore and a daughter of a whore. But she could provide a service that even the rich and powerful craved. In such a moment, the whore was more powerful than the wealthiest tycoon.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked. Justin nodded, seemingly unable to speak. Rena moved closer to him, took his hand and placed it on her breast. Her own gasp at the feel of his fingers reminded her that men weren’t the only ones afflicted with a sex drive.
While he gently kneaded her grateful flesh, Rena unzipped his pants and opened them. Impatient herself, she gripped his trousers and underwear together and eased them off his hips, then let gravity take them to the floor.
Rena looked down at his dick, impressed by the sight. She’d seen many, many dicks in porn videos and was delighted to view one that wasn’t on a screen. Suddenly feeling shy, and embarrassed about being shy, Rena tried to force herself to think like a professional whore. Instead, she said in a nervous voice, “I’ve never seen a penis in real life before.”
Shy himself, Justin anxiously asked, “Is it okay?”
“I’m not qualified to judge. But it looks just fine to me.”
For a long moment, the two of them stood there naked, staring at each other. Rena liked the feel of his eyes on her. It was both empowering and embarrassing at once. And while she thought that his penis looked like a weird little creature growing out his body, there was an arousing sense of privilege at being invited to view it.
Her sense of duty and responsibility nagged at her. “Would you like me to suck on it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I think so. Do you want to?”
Rena shrugged. “I don’t know if I want to. But I should probably learn how. Mom tells me that men love blowjobs. Love them. Would do almost anything for them. It’s probably a good skill to have. And I am curious.”
“So am I,” Justin agreed. “What do I do?”
Rena looked around the plane. “Mom says that a guy likes to have a girl kneeling in front of him in a submissive position, looking him in the eyes as she sucks on his dick. If you want that, just stand right where you are. But sometimes, a man loses control of his body when he gets really excited. He might fall down. Perhaps if you were to lie on the bed and I come up between your legs, it would be safer. And I could look out the window if I get bored.”
“Bored?”
“Mom says that men love blowjobs. I’m not a man. For the girl, it can get to be tedious, she said.”
With no response to that, Justin did as she suggested, climbing up on the bed, lying on his back and spreading his legs. Rena admired the show. Women weren’t as affected by the visual as men were, but a naked man crawling around on a bed was still something to enjoy. And that male thing popping up between his thighs held a great deal of fascination.
She was about to have that thing inside her. It was a weird idea. She couldn’t imagine what that was going to feel like. The concept was so freaky, she had never tried a dildo, never used a tampon. Her vagina was extra-virgin, never having been occupied by even her own finger.
But first, before she felt it invade her pussy, she had promised to taste it. Rena sauntered toward the bed, flaunting herself for his arousal. Her mother had given her a few lessons and sent her a number of videos on full-body flirtation. Wiggling the hips, thrusting out the tits, these were moves guaranteed to catch a man’s interest and make him think of sex.
And Justin’s eyes never left her. He shoved two pillows under his head to angle his head so she stayed in sight as she approached from the foot of the bed. Rena put a knee up on the bed, feeling sexy and powerful and aggressive. She lifted her other knee and knelt between his ankles, inviting him to stare at her.
Men are driven by sex. It is their most powerful instinct. But Rena felt she was nearly as eager as Justin. She had to force herself to move slowly for the tease and seduction. It wasn’t strictly necessary. The negotiations were bypassed. Consent was established on both sides. The seduction was already accomplished. But Rena was determined to be good at her new job. And Justin’s father had paid a lot of money for this service. She wanted to be worth the money.
And she was a little intimidated by the act she was about to perform. She had watched plenty of blowjobs on the videos her mother had sent her, for the educational value and for her own personal enjoyment. But now that the dick was inches from her face, it was a bit scary.
But she had made a commitment. Not to Justin or his father. Not to her mother. Rena had promised herself that she would do this. Her mother had shown her that her views of sex and sexuality were shaped by a male-dominated culture. But she was about to embark on a new career as a business owner and professional service provider. In order to break her own culturally-induced slavery to the penis, she needed to pull herself together and suck this dick for money.
With a confidence she didn’t quite feel, Rena opened her mouth, pushed her head forward, and took Justin’s cock between her lips. And made a mental checkmark. Blowjob: Check.
He tasted like soap. Fancy, expensive soap. Lavender. Sandalwood. Lemon. The skin was smooth, but his dick was very hard, like a rod of steel encased in suede. Rena tried to pay attention to every detail of the experience. She wanted to remember this experience forever.
Justin’s soft moans told her she was doing a good job. She barely had a clue as to what she was doing, but he was enjoying it. Rena assumed that just having a woman’ mouth wrapped around a man’s dick was intensely pleasurably all by itself. Technique and skill were icing on the cake, but not really required.
And hers were the very first lips to touch Justin’s cock. That had to make it even better. The newness of the experience was going to forever be the standard all future blowjobs would be measured against. And the reverse was also true. The taste and texture of Justin’s cock would always be Rena’s paradigm.
She wasn’t a complete novice. Her mother had made her practice with a variety of dildoes, but this was the first genuine penis she’d ever seen in person, let alone sucked on. Rena knew how to bob up and down on the thing. She knew how to keep her lips wet, and to slide them gently but firmly over his shaft. She wasn’t sure how much pressure to use, but Justin was moaning quietly, so she thought she must be doing it right.
Then the cock suddenly pulsed in her mouth and something salty and bitter landed on her tongue. Another pulse and more bitter salt. It took Rena a moment to realize that Justin was coming. She felt thrilled and disgusted and stunned and proud. She’d successfully given a blowjob and a man was coming in her mouth.
While she felt she’d made a successful debut, she thought that maybe she had scored a 90% by her own standards. She felt a need to apologize. Slowly and gently, she released Justin’s cock from her mouth and lay down on the bed with her head pillowed on his thigh. “Do you watch porn?” she asked, staring at his softening cock.
“Um,” he said, seemingly unwilling to answer.
“You can be honest. One of the benefits of being with a whore is you don’t have to be embarrassed about your sexual fantasies. I watch it myself. I enjoy it.”
“Ok. Yeah. I watch it.”
“You know how, in the videos, when the guy comes in the girl’s mouth, she opens her lips to show the camera the sperm on her tongue before she swallows?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I would have done that for you, but you came faster than I expected. I was surprised and just gulped it down without thinking. Plus, it didn’t really taste all that good and I wanted it out of my mouth. I’m sorry you didn’t get to see.”
“You just gave me my first blowjob ever. I don’t think an apology is in order.”
“It was my first blowjob ever too. But I wanted to do a better job than I did.”
“As you just reminded me, you’re a whore.”
“Yeah,” Rena agreed. Justin’s cock seemed completely soft now. She could at least boast that she’d given him an orgasm. “But I want to be a great whore.”
“You’re a whore. Not a porn star. Maybe there are different standards.”
Rena considered that. There was some sense there. “Mom says the taste of cum takes some getting used to. I should have believed her.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
She giggled at that. “Yeah, but you’re a guy. Girls are expected to swallow up that semen with great pleasure. Every single time. Mom says that’s foolish. Not even all whores will swallow. But that doesn’t change the expectation.”
“It seems so weird that you discuss such things with your mother.”
“Yeah, it does. But the day I turned 18, she stopped censoring herself and treated me like an adult. I have come to appreciate it.”
Justin squirmed a little. “I can feel your breath on my dick and balls.”
“I’ve never seen one up close before. Not in person. I’m getting to know the territory. Is it bothering you?
“No. But would it be okay if I did my own looking?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure. Let me move.” Rena got up on her knees and shifted her position on the bed. She had Justin lie down on his side and she lay on hers, in a 69 style position. She was still face to cock with him, but now her pussy was available to his eyes.
The male anatomy is aggressively visible. For Rena, Justin’s cock was literally right in her face. But the female is more discreet, hidden away. Considering this, Rena lifted one leg, placing her foot flat on the bed, opening her thighs so Justin’s eyes could feast on her sex. On her mother’s advice, she had shaved most of the hair off, leaving only a small patch for character and charm. Justin should have a nice view.
“What do you think?” she asked. “Perhaps you’ve never thought about it, but girls can’t really see their own down under. I took some pictures. A lot of pictures. But it’s not the same as getting to actually look at it up close.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“As good as the girls in the porn videos?”
“Better. This one is for me.”
Rena frowned. “No. It is not for you. It is my pussy. My cunt. You will get to use it temporarily, but it will always be for me. More accurately, I will use it to give us both pleasure.”
“Okay. Understood. I didn’t mean to give offense.”
“You didn’t. But it’s important to keep it clear in my own mind. I’m a whore. That doesn’t mean I’m selling my body. It means I’m selling a service.”
“Got it,” Justin agreed. “But you do have a beautiful pussy and I am looking forward to the service.”
“So am I. But while you look at my pussy and I look at your dick, tell me what kind of porn you like.”
“Okay. Um,”
“Be honest, remember,” Rena reminded him. “Np judgment here.”
“Yeah. I guess I like the lesbian stuff.”
“Girls licking and fingering each other?”
“Yeah. What about you?” Justin asked.
“That stuff is okay. But I like the creampies.”
“What’s that?”
“The guy comes right in the girl’s pussy. Not on her face or tits. I especially like the close up videos where you can see the cock pulsing as it fills the pussy with cum.”
“Kind of extreme stuff for a virgin. What’s the appeal?” Justin asked.
“I guess it’s because it’s the ultimate feminine experience, having a guy’s dick inside you, having him come inside you.”
“Can I do that? To you, I mean? My dad said it was up to you whether I had to wear a condom.”
“Yeah. My mom left it up to me also. I think that in the future, I will always insist on condoms, except maybe for blowjobs. But as we’re both virgins and we’ve both been tested, you can do without. Besides, I think maybe the first time should be completely natural.”
The talk about porn and coming had had an effect, Rena could see. Justin’s cock had grown at least half-erect. Her research had told her that guys needed recovery time after an orgasm, but that young men recovered fairly quickly. And her mother had told her that a blowjob was a good way to make a man hard if he needed help.
Rena’s face was only inches from his cock. She closed the distance and took him back into her mouth. And she felt his fingers playing with her pussy, stroking the seam of her. It felt good, a kind of tickling. His fingers were inexperienced. He wasn’t likely to bring her to orgasm. But it was arousing just to know that he was touching her. And he quickly went from half-erect to fully erect. He was hot and throbbing on her tongue. He was ready to go.
“It’s time,” she told him, releasing his dick. “We’re going to take each other’s innocence now.”
They sat up, kneeling on the bed, facing each other, Justin’s dick pointing straight out, Rena’s pussy watering in anticipation. “What position would you like to do this in?” she asked.
“What would you suggest?”
“Missionary. I think male-dominant positions are probably easier. Maybe more natural.”
“Your mother’s advice?”
“No. My own opinion. In most mammals and birds, the male mounts the female. Usually, it’s from behind. But if I’m on my back and you’re on top, I’m still the one being mounted. Same idea. It probably satisfies both our instincts.
He nodded his agreement. Rena flopped forward onto the bed and rolled over. She lifted her knees and spread her legs to invite him in. “Let’s do this.”
Justin crawled up over her. She thought it would be more professional, as a whore, to stare into his eyes as he penetrated, but she couldn’t help but look down between them to watch it happen.
It didn’t go smoothly. He just poked at her as he tried to find the passage. “You’re not going in that way!” she said sternly as he nudged her asshole. She reached down and took him in her hand. The feel of him in her fingers was exotic and alarming. It was like touching some weird little animal. But between his clumsy thrusting and her moving the head of his cock around to the best position, they managed to find the right angle.
Very slowly, he sank into her. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensations. She could see his dick disappearing from view between her thighs, but the feeling of him invading her deep places was indescribable. A small part of her mind was panicking at the strangeness of having somebody else inside her body.
But greater than the panic was the thrill. She had done it. She was a fully adult woman now. Rena knew better than to define her femininity through a man, but the accomplishment meant something. Many people held the opinion that a boy became a man the first time he had sex. Why wouldn’t that hold true for a girl? It wasn’t the man or his dick that changed her. It was the experience. The choice. The successful act of mating.
Rena concentrated on the feeling of his thick, hot flesh occupying her own. It was a little painful, more than a little uncomfortable, but she thought that was to be expected. Justin’s cock was opening passages that had never been opened. Muscles that had never been exercised were getting a workout.
When he was fully seated, the entire length of his penis inside Rena’s vagina, he rested. “Are you okay? Are you bleeding?”
“It’s a myth that women bleed after their first time,” she said. “Guys like to think they conquered a girl, and that’s part of it. But this a normal human act and women are designed to accommodate your manly spear. I appreciate your concern, but I’m just fine.”
And the feeling of being stretched open had eased. Rena’s inner muscles had relaxed. Justin’s cock was starting to feel really good inside her. She could feel him throbbing and she knew that her own sex was doing the same.
“I’m fine,” she repeated. “Go ahead and move. Fuck me.”
Justin’s male instincts knew what to do. He was as deep as could be, but he pushed forward anyway, as if there were more pussy to explore. Then he pulled back, and the feeling of him leaving left Rena missing his presence and wanting him to return.
His instincts were strong, but his experience was nil. Justin pulled too far back and came all the way out. Rena missed his presence inside her like she’d never missed anything in her life. But this time, they were able to get him quickly positioned for penetration and he was pushing back into her within two seconds.
The second pullback was more careful. He didn’t lose his lodging. And by the fifth, he had his length measured against her depth in the only way that counted. He found the rhythm Rena had seen in countless porn videos.
Her mother had described this part of a whore’s job as just lying back, maybe moaning a little, and thinking of the money she was making. “Don’t expect the client to make you come. It’s not his goal, so don’t make it yours. It can be a lot of fun. It might make you very aroused. And you can finish yourself off whenever you like, once you’re off the clock. But your job is to facilitate the client’s orgasm. Keep that in mind, remember that it is a job, and you’ll do just fine.”
And the advice was making this a very sweet job indeed. The inexperienced Justin was not stimulating Rena’s clit or G-spot. But just feeling his cock deep in her cunt, knowing he was inside her, was an arousing thrill of its own. The fact that they were giving their virginity to each other was an erotic delight. The knowledge that she was a genuine whore, fucking for money, with the taste of Justin’s cum still on her tongue, was exhilarating. Rena brought to mind the crowd of men watching her dance naked at the strip club and she was right on the very edge of climax.
But Justin was even closer. He was grunting and panting. Rena could feel his sweat marking her body. He had sped up his rhythm and was rapidly plunging in and out of her. Then he slowed way down, gave her two, three, four deep thrusts before his every muscle tensed up and he went completely still, buried fully within her.
Rena knew what that meant. This was her first time, but she’d seen this happen in all her favourite porn videos. Justin was coming inside her. She was receiving her first creampie. She could feel his cock pulsing and she pictured the thick white stuff coming out of him and flowing into her. His little sperms were swarming through her, an invading army, seeking to conquer and occupy, establishing a new colony that would swell her belly. They would not succeed. Rena had taken precautions. But just knowing it was happening triggered Rena’s own sweet crisis.
In an instant, she knew why a man would pay 3.8 million for this experience, even if he was buying the experience for his son. It was a glorious flow of sensations, Heaven and Nirvana and the Elysian Fields all rolled into one incredible adventure.
When it subsided, Rena lay there with her eyes closed, savoring the feel of Justin’s cock still inside her and Justin’s weight on top of her. Silently, she thanked her mother for being a whore and a madam and she thanked men for being so driven to stick their dicks in women and she thanked God, Mother Nature, and evolution for making women the happy receptacles for those dicks.
Justin eventually rolled off of her, his penis emerging from her pussy shiny and wet with her juices. Boldly, she grabbed hold of it and held him gently in her hand as he went soft. It was a remarkable transformation and she looked forward to reversing the direction of that change thousands of times in the years to come.
By the time the plane landed behind the motel, Rena was a fully-fledged whore, and proud of it. She had fucked a man for money and negotiated some repeat business. Justin wanted to see her again. He couldn’t manage the millions of dollars for each encounter, but was able to pay $5,000 per visit and willing to fly to the brothel once a month. The regular price for her mother’s brothels was $400 for the motel, $1000 for the luxury hotel, and $2000 for the private houses. So Rena felt quite satisfied with herself.
She was a little wobbly going down the plane’s steps. Rena regarded that as the aftermath of a job well done. Her mother waited on the airstrip, concern on her face, but smiling in anticipation. Rena was glad to see her. There was nobody else she wanted to talk to at that moment. And nobody else who would understand so well.