Chapter 10

It was the first time in jail for me, and each new experience could be great, as long, as you learned something from it.

First, I was fingerprinted, then photographed. I was sure they could have gotten better photos if they had let me take my clothes off, but they wouldn't go for it.

The jail was cold, damp and itchy.

The next day when my name was called, I pleaded guilty, but the judge had no compassion for me. I got three months — my first rap and I got three months. The judge probably didn't get any that morning, and figured he would get even with his wife by giving me time. They gave me a grey sexless dress to wear.

For three months I might as well have been a guy. I shared a room with five other girls, all in the same business. One broad was about fifty years old but kept her body in pretty good shape. Her name was Rosie. She and I got pretty chummy after a few days. She told me she ran a house years ago, but now she was too old to attract the same kind of customers.

About a week later we got a new girl in the room with us. A real brassy type. She was a stone dyke.

The first night in, she grabbed me and kissed me. I gave her a shot in the mouth and she landed halfway across the room.

She got up to hit me back but the matron entered the room. She didn't catch us fighting so no one got into trouble.

Rosie told me to beat the shit out of Cora, the new girl, but I told her I had a better idea.

Cora was always after me, and I let her have a feel every once in awhile. Just enough to keep her interested. I would always make sure she was in the shower room every time I was. I even dropped the soap quite often so she would get a good look at my hairy pussy. She gave me extra cigarettes and other things.

One day I decided to let her wash my back, and while she was at it she grabbed one of my breasts but I told her to stop.

One night I told her I had a backache. She was only too happy to rub it for me. I didn't stop her when she got to my ass and started to rub that. It was quite a while before I would be getting out and I needed sex. Any kind. This was the closest thing to a man I would have, so why not take advantage of it. As she rubbed my back her hand slipped under the covers and she was rubbing my asshole. I turned over then and told her to rub my breasts too, as they were sore from not wearing a bra. She had a soft gentle touch and it felt good. It was very late by then and all the girls were asleep. I told her she could suck on the nipples if she wanted to. She jumped at the chance.

She took one breast at a time, cupping it between two hands, slowly massaging and kissing it and biting my nipple very softly. A woman really knew how to do another woman's breasts the right way. Most men were so rough. Especially since I had big tits, men were always leaning on them, or squeezing them too hard. Some men just played with the nipple, letting all that soft skin go to waste. Cora tried to reach for my box, but I stopped her and told her to wait until tomorrow.

All the next day I ignored Cora and she was wondering what was going on. When night came, she came over to my bed and I pretended I was sleeping. She touched me lightly and I grabbed her and kissed her passionately on her mouth.

"You want my pussy," I said, "Well go ahead and take it."

She felt it through the covers, then quickly slipped her head under. Her hand was shaking, I had made her wait so long. She opened my cunt with two fingers and with the third she rubbed my little penis until it got hard. Then she sat on the floor and pulled me over to the edge of the bed. She put her head under the covers and put her tongue in my cunt. Her tongue felt like a fire in me. I could even feel the flames devouring me. She concentrated on my man in the boat while she finger fucked me. It was hard for me to come making sure I didn't make any noise, but I managed.

Cora managed to get the bed next to me. When everyone else was sleeping I felt her hand touching me. My back was towards her, so I just stuck my ass out over the bed. She tried to get her finger in my asshole, but I was too dry, so she kept spitting on her fingers until she made my asshole slippery enough for her fingers. I was hard to reach so she could only get two fingers in my ass in that position.

This went on for a few nights until one night I surprised her. I ate and finger fucked her until she came, and then the next day I acted as though nothing happened. Rosie told me she knew what was going on, and that she wanted a piece of me too, if I didn't mind too much. When it was Rosie's first chance I sat on the edge of the bed and let her gobble me up.

Then another new girl came in and she was also a lesbian who made a play for me. In the shower she made a grab for my ass and Rosie and Cora roughed her up a bit. Wouldn't you know she went to the matron and said I made a play for her. The bitch, that fucking bitch. I was put in a cell by myself. I knew that Rosie and Cora were having a ball and here I was masturbating again.

After a week of being by myself the head matron sent for me. When I reached her office she told me to strip completely as she wanted to see what I was so proud of. She saw alright. I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs wide open. I took her hand and told her not to be shy, if she tried it she might like it. She pulled her hand away and knocked me off the desk. I was sent back to her the following day. She told the other matrons she didn't want to be disturbed. She told me to strip again and sit down. She told me to put one leg over each arm of the chair. I did what she asked, and then she came over and touched me with a stick, that she always had in her hand. I told her to use her hand or it wouldn't be effective at all. The first time she touched me, she pulled her hand back as if she had gotten a shock. I looked at her and I could see she had latent lesbian tendencies. I got up then and told her it wasn't really bad touching another female when there weren't any males around. As I talked to her I got closer and closer and started to caress her breasts very softly. Before she knew it I had her blouse opened and my hand in her bra. She grabbed me then and started to kiss me. I pushed her head down until she was eating me. Just as she was in that position another matron walked in. I started yelling to her to stop and then she came to her senses. But she didn't know what to say. She fixed her clothes and told the matron to take me back to my cell with the other girls.

On the way back to the cell I asked the matron if she wanted to try me out too. All I got was a hard shove. The girls were glad to see me back. The next day the story was all over the jail. I had to give the head matron credit though, she still appeared among the girls every day and never paid a bit of attention to any of the remarks that were passed.

It was good to be back with the girls again. With me the girls were just a substitute, not that I didn't enjoy a good substitute once in a while. And Rosie and Cora were as good as any.

Rosie was getting out that week and she told me to look her up when I got out. Maybe we could get together or something. I was getting out about two weeks after her and I promised her we would see each other.

I called Rosie when I got out and she told me to come right over, she had good news for me. When I got there she said her uncle had died and left her a house. She was going out to see it that day and wanted me to go with her. So off we went, it was only about five miles out of town.

It was about twenty rooms with a restaurant on the first floor. We decided right then and there to go into business together.

The next few weeks we spent cleaning. When Cora got out of the jug, we took her in with us. Between the three of us we managed to get the place fixed up.

Then we went our separate ways to get the things we needed for the restaurant. It was rough the first month or so, but after that we opened the restaurant just selling chopped meat dishes. We made sure we had the best meat money could buy, as we were determined to make a go of it.

There was a convention of restaurant owners in town, so we got dressed in our best finery and crashed it. It didn't take us long to get an admiring circle of friends. We took all the phone numbers and addresses we could. Of course we eliminated all the boys who weren't swingers. We each made a few dates for that night so we could get a little more cash. By the time the convention was over two days later, we had over two thousand dollars between us. Of course we were a little knocked out from all that hard work so we slept the next day away. It was good to have that much money to spend and we started to put down payments on everything.

All of us were pretty good cooks, so that saved us money not having to hire one. We did hire a man to clean though, not that we couldn't do it, but none of us were the domestic type. We graduated from chopped meat meals to stews and soups. Every cent we made we put right back in the place. We had a gigantic freezer where we kept a six month supply of all kinds of meats. When we got the meat it was in big pieces, and we didn't know pork from lamb. So we stored one of the neighborhoods butcher's meat in our freezer and he cut and labeled cuts — save us quite a bit of money in the long run. We kept cutting corners every way we could. We even got all our linen done free, all it cost us was a blow job. Once in a while some women came in, but we tried to cater to men only.

Every time a convention was in town we got the business. We had the place fixed up like a dance hall, the old fashioned kind. We had waitresses dressed as dance hall hostesses. Very low cut dresses and long skirts that were slit down the sides to make it easier to walk in. We were really doing great.

Within one year we all had our own cars. We were ready to expand and six months later we had two more restaurants. Of course we catered to all tastes then. Food and drinks weren't the only things we were serving. We had several bouncers to check people in and out. We catered to only the people that had plenty of bread. We even had special menu's printed up, but only for special people we knew. Most people would buy something on the upstairs menu first, then they needed food downstairs.

Here is a sample menu:

Straight sex* Boy or Girl* Quickie $50.00

Straight sex* Any position* 1/2 Hour $100.00

Straight sex* Partner of own choosing* 1/2 Hour $200.00

Dog Fashion* $200.00

Sixty-Nine Sex* $300.00

Blow Jobs* $150.00

Lessons in lovemaking. Mixed classes. $50.00

Trip around the world. $400.00

Same applies to women.

Young Healthy Studs available.

Our supply of meat was the best in town with a money back guarantee if not completely satisfied.

All our girls were checked every month by the doctor, and we had a very good reputation around town. Most people thought we were only running a restaurant. All our other business was conducted only when the restaurant was open, which was from six p.m. to two a.m. We also had a thing we called "Funch" where we sent our girls out to see the men during business hours. The charge was only $100.00 and we even kicked in a sandwich for that low price. All the girls got 25% of what they took in. They weren't about to give up that much money for a foolish love affair. We held their money for them until the end of the month which was when they could leave if they wanted to. We got the girls off the streets when they were down and out. We made them go through a training course that took a month. We got them the right clothes and hairdos. We even taught them how to talk. It cost us quite a bit in the beginning but it paid off. The whole time we were in business only one girl left us and got married to one of our customers. They were well worth the investment. The girls who started out with us became sort of trustees, just in case one of the broads decided to work on her own, for one stupid reason or other.

Cora, Rosie and I still made it once in a while, but there were so many men around there wasn't much time for girls. Boy, there sure are sick people in this world. There was one man that only came by being beaten. Another one just wanted someone to shit and pee on him. One even wanted the girls to pee in his mouth. Some guys preferred to jerk off while they watched a girl masturbate with a dildo. And some guys paid fifty dollars just to be jerked off. When I think of all the guys I jerked off for nothing, wow, I could have been a millionaire by now.

All of a sudden our luck fizzled out. We should have been smarter than we were, but when an organization gets as big as ours did, it's very difficult, if not impossible, to watch everything that goes on.

Someone had a hardon for us and one by one our restaurants were being closed. The first one was closed for prostitution and then the second and then the third.

By the time we paid all the fines and everything, we didn't even have our cars left. We lived off selling our clothes and jewelry. The law even confiscated Rosie's house. We shared an apartment in the city for a while, but we were too used to having our own places by then and lots of room. As if things weren't bad enough even the big deal we had in the market fell through.

Well, easy come, easy go. I guess we all have our lucky and unlucky days. So, we decided to go our way again and see what the world had in store for us.

I went to the first pawn shop I saw and pawned my beautiful mink coat. That was the last thing left I had in the world that was worth anything. I paid ten thousand for the damn coat, but all I could get for it was four hundred and sixty dollars. The cheap son of a bitch. No wonder he was in business and I wasn't anymore. Ah, well, that's life. I never was the kind to let things get me down for very long. Up and at em, that's my motto. Here I go again. The first thing to do is to get a nice apartment somewhere, I thought. Maybe I'll just hop a bus and go to New York. Now that's a good idea, why didn't I think of that sooner.

Man, these seats in the busses sure are uncomfortable. At least I got the back seat so the other people wouldn't disturb me. I tried to get some sleep while I still had two seats to myself to stretch out on. I dozed off until I heard the driver announce we would be stopping for fifteen minutes. I got myself in order and went to the ladies room, and then decided to have a cup of coffee. There were the regular sad faces you always see on people traveling on busses. I wasn't in the mood for that so I went back to the bus. When I got there, a man was in the seat next to mine. Some dreary looking salesman. And to make matters worse he was smoking one of those smelly cigars. I asked him if he wouldn't mind putting it out, as it made me sick. He said he wouldn't mind. And as he put out the cigar he gave me a good looking over. He offered me a mint. He told me they were good for the breath. I took one, and as I did, I leaned over so that my blouse fell open just right, exposing part of one of my breast. I made sure I brushed against his arm so he could feel how soft I was. We talked a few hours and I was beginning to get sleepy. He offered me his shoulder which I cuddled up on and fell asleep.

I woke up feeling his hand under my skirt and panties, lightly playing with my box. I didn't move. I just said very quietly, I charge for things like that. He didn't stop playing with me but with his other hand, he reached in his pocket and handed me a five dollar bill. I told him he must be kidding, but he said he only wanted to play with me awhile, while he jerked off. I told him it was alright as long as he let me sleep at the same time. I closed my eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't work though, because after awhile it started to feel good. I didn't want him to know I was enjoying it, so I kept my eyes closed and pretended I was sleeping. It was very hard not being able to move. He was tickling the opening of my pussy with his fingertips. I wanted him to put the whole finger in, so I made believe I moved in my sleep and forced his finger in me. He didn't know if I was waking up or not, so he just left his finger in but didn't move it. I had my eyes open a little and saw him look to see if I was still asleep. After he convinced himself I was, he took his dick out. He rubbed the head of it against my thigh as he slowly began to fuck me with his finger. The more excited he got the faster the action was. Oh, I wanted to move so much, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. After he came he still continued to play with me. I couldn't take anymore so I made believe I woke up. He put his prick away then and thanked me. We had a cigarette together and then we arrived at his stop. Quite a few of the seats were emptied out, so I decided to sit in the front for the rest of the trip.

When I got myself settled by the front door, I noticed the bus driver. I don't know how I missed him before. He was a bit of alright. He gave me the once over and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. As I read a book I crossed my legs to let him get a good view of my legs up to my panties. Every chance he had, I caught him looking at me. The more he looked the more I wanted his ass in bed. The pants of his uniform were extra tight and I could see a big bulge on the left side. One day I figured out why most men wear their joints on the left side. Most men are right handed and when they go to the John it's easier to reach. I sure felt like reaching for his thing. He didn't even have a hardon and the lump was tempting. Some guys are disappointing though. It looks so big through their pants, but when it gets down to the real thing, all it is, is his balls. It sure would be great if when a man gets a hardon his balls would go into his penis and make it two inches longer. If a girl ever wants to know the size of a guys cock, all she has to do is ask him what's more important, the size of it or how it's used. The guys with the small ones, will always say, "the way it's used." So stay away from that group if you don't like the tiny weenie's.

The driver and I had a half-ass conversation the best we could while he was driving. We talked about everything but sex. He told me when he got to New York he was going to quit his job and go to Europe to live. I told him I had been there. It was nice, but there was no place quite as good as America. We couldn't do anything but talk while he was driving so I decided to get some more sleep before we got to New York the next day. Just before I fell asleep, I made sure that the driver could see the hair of my pussy through my sheer white panties, by the way I managed to fall asleep with my legs wide open.

The next thing I remember was the driver grabbing my tits to wake me up and tell me we had arrived. He told me where to meet him upstairs in about an hour and a half. I had the porter take my luggage (one small suitcase) to the place where I was going to meet the driver. I thought it was worth fifty cents to find out where the place was where I was supposed to meet him. I had a cup of coffee while I waited. When he arrived, he told me his name was Wayne and he was going to take me to dinner and a motel.

The whole thing sounded delicious to me, especially the last part. Maybe I had something going with this guy, I thought to myself.

We had the best steaks in the house, and when we arrived at the motel we took a shower together. Thank goodness, it wasn't only his balls I saw through his pants. This guy had a cock and a half. It was still pink, and even had freckles on it.

Wayne was the plower type, just fuck, fuck, all night. We sent out for sandwiches when we got hungry, and then went right back to our hobby.

I was starting to get a little sore so I told him let's get a little sleep before we resume our fucking. He fell asleep before me and I tried to give him a hardon while he slept, but it didn't work, so I fell asleep too. When I woke up, I was horny and reached for Wayne, but he wasn't there. I looked around the room, but still didn't see him. Oh no, I said out loud, I couldn't be that stupid, could I? I ran across the room to where my bag was, with the only money I had left in the world and it was gone. Imagine, beat at my own game. Here I was, in a strange town and broke. I guess I could go sightseeing some other time. I got my few things together and left.

I had to walk about four blocks before I found a bar. It didn't look too bad. I had enough change to buy myself a drink. I sat next to some old fat gent and gave him the eye as I ordered my drink. He paid for it. The best offer I got from him was twenty dollars, but as broke as I was, I decided to take it. Had to get back on my feet again. The guys name was Norris. He bought me a few more drinks and then I followed him into some cheap hotel.

A two flight walk up. Ugh, I certainly wasn't looking forward to this. His ass was so big that it shook like jelly I noticed as I walked behind him.

What a horrible room. Makes me feel as if I'm in some dirty old tent in the middle of the desert. Ugh, the drapes are so filthy, and stained. They look as though they haven't been cleaned in five years. There's that roach again. I wonder if it's male or female. Never could get used to them. Ugly bastards. I wonder if they think. Their life can't be too bad. All they ever seem to do is eat, sleep and fuck. The only problems they have is we people trying to kill them off. I read somewhere that roaches are millions of years old. I guess if we haven't gotten rid of them by now, we never will. They have some new kind of spray out for them — what was it, oh yeah, it's supposed to sterilize them. Wow, too bad it doesn't work on people. Just think if we used that in the next war. No more children being born to start another one in a few years.

God, I wish this guy would come. Why is it that most of the men who pay for sex have to be fat and look like this. They're always so mushy too, kiss, kiss, kiss. Some of them don't even know what a toothbrush is for. It's amazing that they have wives. Maybe this one was good looking when he was years younger. No, I guess not, I can't stretch my imagination that far. Too bad I couldn't get him to go for a more expensive room, maybe he would have taken a shower then. That would have eliminated some of the smell from him. Funny how men talk about girls pussy's smelling. All the girls I know are exceptionally clean, especially in this business. Most men I know just shake it when they finish taking a leak. It never occurs to them where the drops they shake off go to. But when a girl gets that close to a man's prick she sure can tell him where the drops went, unless the sweat from under his balls is more overpowering. Sometimes, even when a man does take a shower he forgets to wash under his balls. Oh well, maybe having a cold sometime isn't too bad after all. What the hell was this guy's name. Bob, John, Jim, oh yeh, Norris.

"Com'on Norris honey, what's the matter baby, don't I excite you enough?"

"You're so good Cathy, I hate to stop."

Ha, good he says, for what I did for him so far, his wife must be a corpse. Oh well, I guess I'll exert myself and move a little. Maybe he's the type that likes to be grabbed by the balls. He's so damn fat I can't even get my hand under us. Agh, his balls are as mushy as his chest.

"Oh, you feel so good and hard." Lie, lie.

"How does this feel honey, make me come." More lies, but it always seems to work.

"Oh, Cathy, Cathy, don't — don't stop."

How the hell did I ever get in this business anyway. How did it all start.

I think he must have saved it up all year. I can't stand him on me anymore. All the things I've done in my life, and I have to wind up with a fat smelly slob like this. Oh, I don't believe it. He is actually coming. Thank God, for little miracles. I hope the soap is strong enough in this dump to get his smell off me.

I sat on the bed and watched him as he got dressed and left. Dirty old man.