Chapter Eleven - Candy Shop

I hadn’t had any real expectations of how “the apartment” would look, but it was at the same time more impressive and unimpressive than I had imagined. It was, at its base, a normal, if rather big, flat. From the outside, it looked just like any flat in the building, so I guess people needed to know why to ring at “Alex”. On the inside, it was furnished in a cosy yet slightly garish way. Plenty of black wallpaper, red cloth and gilded decorations. Heavy curtains blocked the windows, and low lights made the rooms a sea of shadows.

Most of the rooms were bedrooms; just the kitchen had been blocked off behind a double door and served as a waiting room for “us girls”. Unlike the rooms, it was very mundane, with not a bit of dark wood or gold in sight. The lights were bright and daylight white. In there, Alessandra introduced me to the other two girls who were on shift for the afternoon.

One of them was the aforementioned Charlie. She was what on the internet was known as ladyboy, a small Asian man wearing girl’s clothes and acting like a girl. I had dismissed those before as a way for people to pretend they’re not gay. After hearing about Charlie’s insecurity about her pronouns, I wasn’t so sure that was all anymore.

The other girl was Felicia, working as Laura. Her English was pretty rudimentary, just enough to handle customers but not at all enough for small talk. Alessandra handled translating for the introduction, struggling with the language differences between Portuguese and Spanish, but then Felicia went back to her book.

“What name will you be working under, Jane,” Charlie asked. That left me baffled. I hadn’t even thought about it, even knowing whores used fake names for good reasons. “Joanna, I think.“ It was a bit close to my real one, a variant of it even, but not too close, was it?

“Nice one, I like it.” Charlie gave a wide smile while looking at my…eyes? Should I say something for Tina’s sake? On the other hand, did it matter considering Charlie’s job? Damn it, I started to hate jealousy and all it entailed.

“You’d be in for a duo when a customer asks for that?” she asked. I nodded. Whatever.

“She will not-a do dat for now,” Alessandra chimed in. “Needs more experience” She turned to me. “Duo is much teatre, making fake love to oder girl.”

We kept chatting, and Charlie gave me some more pointers for a duo. I further and further got the impression she had an ulterior motive. I resigned to talk to Livia instead of trying to figure it out myself. She knew Tina better than me. From as far as I knew her, I’d expect Tim to give me a good beating for even suspecting it, but that was the Tim of four years ago.

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Monday afternoon, or afternoons in general, were a pretty dead time, as Livia had told me. It was easy to believe—how many people were not at work at this time? People who had the spare change to pay us. Our charges were not affordable for the poor. They weren’t on Livia’s agency's level but still more for a single visit than I had had free money in a month in London.

The first customer rang the bell at ten past one. Alessandra handled opening the door and greeting him while Charlie stood by to prepare a drink, listening in at the curtain. He rejected the offer, and Alessandra joined us in the kitchen, waited a moment, then sent us out one by one to greet him, present our bodies, and tell him our names. Afterwards, she went back out and asked him if he had decided on someone.

We listened intently and with mixed feelings. The guy was around fifty and not exactly attractive. This meant none of us wanted to fuck him on the one hand, yet we made our money from doing the job, not from sitting around idly. Alessandra, or whoever owned the business, paid us a bit for just being there, but it wasn’t much. We got 40% of the time-based fee and 60% of what we got the customer to pay for special performances.

He asked for Laura. I was… No. To be completely honest, I didn’t feel any relief. Imagining myself going out there and banging him, I investigated my emotions about it. Disgust? None at all. Reluctance? Neither. Stage fright? Plenty. Something was nagging me in the back of my mind about this. I found it interesting I didn’t have to force myself to do it, but was there more to it? I couldn’t identify what it was, so I let it be.

They finished in half an hour, and Felicia said goodbye to the customer with a kiss. After he had gone out the door, she practically ran into the shower. “She’s disgusted,” Charlie said. “Watch the clock; if she stays in longer than 10 minutes, we need to get in and talk to her. She may scrub her skin off or such nonsense.”

“How is she still doing this job then?” I asked.

“Money. Her parents, husband and kids at home need it.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. It’s the same for most foreigners. Definitely for the illegals like her.”

“You?” Charlie had an accent that sounded like she had grown up somewhere around here, but I wouldn’t simply assume from that impression alone. The old empire had left behind too many areas where people still spoke English to this day.

She shrugged. “I’m not sending anything home if you wonder. My parents wouldn’t accept it anyway. They disowned me and kicked me out when I was 16-ish. I need the money, but I’m not desperate. I’d quit if I couldn’t handle it. How about you?”

“Career path, so to say. My fiancée’s working at the agency, and I’m trying to join her. Wouldn’t be fair to leech off of her, I thought.”

Charlie looked me over, then nodded. “You certainly have the looks. Native, too, so top dollar there. But I have to say, going into this job just to be nice to your girl—that’s crazy.”

“I’m crazy for Livia, that’s true—”

“Hold your horses. That Livia? Our—”

“Yes, that one,” Alessandra suddenly interrupted. “They’ve been together for ages.” Where did her thick accent go?

“Wow,” Charlie said, throwing Alessandra a curious glance.

“Should I give you a private moment to talk about what I should not know?” I said, more than a bit annoyed. It was so obvious that Charlie had started to say something I should not hear.

Alessandra looked down as if hiding from my gaze.

“Bullshit,” Charlie spoke up. “She has any right to know.”

Alessandra said nothing. A couple of seconds later, she stood up and walked out. “Toilet,” she said.

“Charlie looked at me. “Livia’s our boss. She owns this apartment. She also owns the agency. Silvie’s just a hired manager. As is Alessandra, but you already knew that.”

I leaned back and laughed. “I see. She’s even more loaded than I thought. Not that unexpected, to be honest.”

“Puh, you’re taking it well.”

“Why shouldn’t I? Livia’s loaded; her family is loaded, I know that. Just yesterday, she had me spend over ten thousand pounds on a couple of new exercise machines for me. Today, she bought me work clothes,” I pointed at my bra, “for two thousand on a whim. I’m happy to learn she’s got more income than spreading her legs.”

“And you still want to spread your legs to add to that?” Charlie asked wide-eyed. “You’re a good fit for her.”

“I keep hearing that… Can you tell me a bit more about how she got to this point? I don’t want to ask her when she’s not telling.”

“Not that I know much, but sure. Her parents had their fingers in most of the prostitution in town until a couple of years back with their security company. They sold most of it off when they prepared to retire, only holding on to some businesses for Livia. I think she has to buy them one by one. That’s all I know.”

Not much? That was a big hammer. I had had no idea her parents were involved with prostitution at all. Had Livia known when she started? Had she started at the agency before or after she had got control over it? Did that even make a difference? But it explained why Elisa had been so cool when she talked with me about Livia’s work.

“Thanks anyway,” I said. “It really makes me feel better to know there’s history behind it. No sudden gang wars to expect.”

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The next customer showed up just minutes later. The process started again; this one accepted the drink offer and took a Coke. And he chose me.

Now, what to say? I banged the man for some money. Duh, that’s pretty obvious. And not at all the point. I knew how to fuck. He also had ample experience. When we got to the room—me leaning heavily on my acting skill and the exercises with Livia the day before—he commented on me being new here. I had no reason to deny that, so I admitted to it being my first time at an apartment. I made sure I implied having worked somewhere else, as Livia had warned me most people would think it was a lie and be turned off.

This brought us to chitchat a bit. The talk turned into positions, the sexual kind, and he was surprised when I showed some genuine enthusiasm about some. But he wasn’t here for talking—or maybe he was, but we’d bill him for sex anyway—and I had to ask him what he wanted. Half an hour and one time fun? Maybe an hour and some snuggling? Twice fun? As a regular, he knew better than I, and I didn’t even need to prompt him. He pushed a wad of cash into my hand and told me he wanted two hours and a couple of positions. What he gave me was well above the base fee, so I didn’t inquire further but beckoned him to undress while I handled the cash.

I got back into the kitchen and put the money on the table, asking Alessandra for help. She counted the money and told me it covered pretty much everything he could want during that time. Yeah, thanks for that guidance. She handed me a bottle of glide gel, and I put some inside me so as not to start out dry.

Back in the room, I quickly learnt that he meant business and wasn’t just someone to drop money like other people fed ducks. The first round was a vanilla fuck with some kissing and tit grabbing. He wasn’t too shabby, which meant it was at least a bit enjoyable for me.

After he finished, he asked me to lick him clean. Not on the regular menu, but I decided to simply do it. I never had any issue with the taste of dick or cum with my past male partners. It was enough for him to stand up again, and he asked me to do anal. I turned, leaned down and stuck my ass up without thinking, having totally forgotten about glide gel or a condom. He was decent enough to ask, “Bareback and dry?” I cursed internally, then decided to go with it, trusting my full disease immunity ability. “Put it in, stud!”

He did so, and not gently. It felt weird. Not like the quick stint Livia’s strap-on had there, which had felt like nothing, but then I had overreacted when noticing where it went in. Now, I had the opportunity to really feel it. I felt my muscles being pushed open and him slide in, but there was no sensation inside at all. Was this normal or part of the computer simulation skimping on my insides?

Then he retracted, and it felt like taking a dump. It took me a couple of pumps until I got over that impression and managed to concentrate on how doing so felt nice. Not as nice as taking it in the other side, but not bad at all. It didn’t give me any sexual stimulation, but the customer—”call me John”—came quickly nevertheless. Can you imagine a world in which your stimulation is what you give to your partner? That would be wild, but maybe I should send that suggestion to Alpha.

He had the audacity to ask me to lick him clean again. I was ready to rip him a new one when I had an idea. “Gimme a ton, and I’ll try. But if it makes me barf, you’ll lick it up,” I purred, putting in all my acting skill to make it sound more like a proposal for sexy time than one to make it a win-win for me.

He had his wallet in hand before I even finished, pushing two 50-pound notes at me. I grabbed them, then lowered down to his crotch. With my tongue, I slowly circled the skin around his member, teasing my arrival. His cock jerked, signalling his heartbeat while slowly getting up into a standing position. Then I ran my tongue tip up his top, jittering from side to side. I got a bit of a smell and instantly clamped down on the RDSF—I had no interest at all in learning how my waste exit tasted. When my tip reached his, I circled it, slowly lowering my lips. The smell stayed gone, luckily being completely on the RDSF, which I could ignore at will.

The customer stood upright at this point, so I slowly enclosed it with my lips, then dove in all the way. This “John” wasn’t small, and being taken that way got him to grow another inch or so, making his tip end up deep in my throat. I held there for a second, then went even deeper, pressing my nose into his body and stimulating his dick by swallowing.

I expected having to go up and down on him a couple of times, but that was all he needed to explode again. I milked his member, taking my tongue to apply pressure along its shaft until all of his cum had gone down and that member had shrunken down. Only then did I let it slide slowly out of my mouth.

I looked up at his face, marvelling at his absent expression. It didn’t hold him for long, and as his eyes met mine, I purred “yummy” and licked my lips. The grin on his face went even wider, and he sank back. I moved up, sliding along his body with my breasts until my face was next to his, then giving him a deep kiss with plenty of tongue.

I had hoped to gross him out with the lingering taste, but it seemed nothing remained—or maybe he liked it? Pitty. He kissed back, but after coming thrice in short order, he was exhausted. Men…

But I was in no hurry, so I just snuggled up to him like a lovesick teenager. He relaxed and did what men always did after riling you up. He fell asleep. Nice. I did my best to keep him that way for as long as possible. It was pretty boring, but I still had that story about an AI princess, who turned out to be the same person as the empress, and she was able to control up to 24 bodies at the same time, to spin around in my head. The story became utterly ridiculous, instead of just somewhat so, as I relaxed, too.

I might have slipped into a short nap myself, because when I woke up due to “John” stirring, the clock on the wall showed a good hour later. This time, I took the reins, sliding upon him with another kiss, then rubbing my pussy against his penis until it was hard enough to slide in.

I took it slowly, keeping him near to the edge for over twenty minutes before picking up the pace to be rewarded with another hot but small stream of semen into me. I leaned into the acting skill to praise him with, in the end, meaningless nonsense. Then, as the two hours were up, I helped him dress while staying in the nude myself. When he put his wallet away, I put my hand on his arm and whispered into his ear, “Do I deserve a bonus for skin-to-skin?” I should have negotiated that upfront, but that would have required me to plan ahead instead of forgetting to put one onto him. Twice.

He put his fingers into the wallet, and I intercepted his mouth with mine, kissing him deeply while making him feel my breasts. My strategy of overwhelming his brain with hormones must have worked, as he mindlessly pulled out all the bills he had in it and pressed them into my hand without even looking. I took them, hiding them away in my hand. Then I led him to the exit door and sent him on his way with another kiss.

When I turned around, closing the door behind me, Alessandra stood there with a raised eyebrow. I then remembered I should be dressed when leading customers out. “Ay hope he was wort tat kiss…”

I grinned at her and opened my hand to look at the bills. It had felt like a lot, but all I had been sure of was that there had been at least one 50-pound note. Now it was clear it was all 50s, with a single tenner in the middle. 460 pounds worth. Another hundred still lay under the pillow.

“Did you rob him or what?” Alessandra asked with wide eyes.

“Nope. Just asked him for a bonus.” I stepped closer so I could whisper. “Immune to diseases and unwanted pregnancies and such.”

She answered at the same volume. “Then it’s all yours. The house only takes a cut from safe activities.” Interestingly, she also loses her accent when whispering.

“Nice,” I said and went back to the room to dress and clean up. It also was my job to change the sheets if needed and tidy everything we had moved.