Chapter 1
Brenda felt the huge cock of the fat old man prodding the entrance to her love chute. She closed her eyes, and thought of handsome muscular young studs, which was what she always did in situations like this.
Brenda hated being a whore. She hated the smelly old men that she had to put up with, just to earn a living and pay the rent.
New York City was a tough place to get along in, and one thing that just couldn't be done without, was money. She needed a lot of it, to pay for the lavishly furnished apartment that she had on the fashionable upper East-Side.
However, Brenda was a thrifty young girl, and she had worked her ass off for the last two years in New York, saving every penny that she could get a hold of, in hopes of someday removing herself from this profession of degradation.
Her latest customer was a fat man of about forty-five. She had met him on her corner, a corner in the fifties on Eighth Avenue, that she remembered very well having to fight for.
She had arrived in New York, two days after her eighteenth birthday. She had tried several office jobs, but just couldn't stand being cooped up all day long, as well as the lousy money that they had offered her.
One night, in a singles bar down in the Village, she met a rich man who wanted to make her a high-class call girl. He ran a house in Connecticut, and Brenda decided that she would move in there, to escape her ratty roach-infested apartment on the lower East-Side.
The work was okay, but she hated being away from the city. There was something about the excitement that living on Manhattan gave you, that she missed in the country.
At the house, she made a lot of fantastic money, for about three months. Then, she returned to New York a richer, and somewhat wiser young lady.
She had been taught all of the tricks of the trade, so to speak, about picking up men, taking them home, doing what had to be done, and getting the money for the services rendered.
Of course the situation at the house in the country was entirely different. Drake, the man who ran it, somehow managed to get in touch with all of the clients himself. The girls just had to be there on various nights, looking and smelling pretty, and taking whatever John Drake threw at them.
This was another thing that had bothered Brenda, and went along with the other reasons to make her finally leave the place.
On the street, she could see and pick her own Johns. If a guy went by that looked particularly grubby, or just had less than no sex appeal at all, she could always reject any offer that he may make her.
However, at Drake's, she never knew who she was going to let paw her, until it was time to lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
Also, she felt like a prisoner. There had been very strict rules about house behavior, and even behavior when out on the town, if you could call it that in the little village of 8,000 that they were residing in.
She had saved a hell of a lot of money though, because room and board were free at Drake's. He made more than enough clear profit with all of the twenty girls that he housed and rented by the hour, than to have to charge the girls any rent money.
She learned just about everything she would have to know to work the streets, from the girls at the house. True, because of her looks and her incredibly well-developed and built body, she had a lot of enemies at first. But after the girls got to know her, and realized that inside she was truly friendly and warm young lady, they took her under their wing.
Most of the girls that were working the house, unlike herself, had at one time or another worked the streets, and new all of the ropes.
They taught Brenda how to be especially careful about cops, and little things to look for that could tell her if it was a cop or just a John.
They also taught her the importance of regular VD testing, to prevent the spreading, carrying, or infection, of any sex diseases. This was not only to protect her own self from any physical harm, but also to protect herself from being out of work, for even one day more than necessary.
With all of this helpful knowledge under her brain, and the good wishes of everyone except Drake, who was going to badly miss his largest attraction of the house, Brenda headed for New York to make her fortune.
She flashed quickly on this past life of hers, as the fat man on top of her continued to persist upon entering her. It was particularly hard for her to let him on this night, because it was her last night of prostitution.
This was the very last time that she was ever going to let anyone touch her body for money, unless it was someone she wanted to be in bed with for her own particular desires.
She was twenty-one now, and the last three years had started to jade her, to make her a little cold and hard, and she hated seeing that change in herself.
She wanted to eventually settle down and marry, and raise a family of her own. She knew that if she stayed a prostitute all during her twenties, she would end up like the thirty-two-year-old broads that she saw on other corners of the city streets, sloppy, and selling their souls for nickels and dimes.
Brenda had visions of more for her life, much more indeed. She had a plan in the back of her mind, a plan that only saving a lot of money, and waiting for the right opportunity, was needed to put into operation.
"Come on Sugar, open up that pretty little pussy for daddy," the fat man squashing his weight into her said.
"Okay daddy, fuck your little girl, go ahead and get it over with," Brenda said reluctantly, but realizing that as soon as she got through with this clown and took his money, she would be all through forever with the life of a New York City prostitute.
The man was elated, that he had finally gotten Brenda to approve of his entry. He licked his chops, and made a few loud sex-type moans, and plunged his fat little pecker into the soft folds of Brenda's love nest.
Brenda knew that in order to get a good tip, and to please the man that she was in bed with, she had to let him at least think that she was enjoying herself.
She did this by starting to moan and quiver. Of course down deep inside of her, she was always repulsed at the idea of a man entering her for money, but nevertheless, it had been a living.
Now that the actual fucking had started, it was almost a relief. Brenda knew that in a matter of moments her horrible career in body-selling would be ended. She decided that she would get into this last fuck, and make it a good one after all.
She started to thrust her hips upward off the bed, forcing the man's little cock all the way down into her, at least as far as the pudgy little thing would go.
The man started breathing heavier and heavier, as he realized that the girl that he had just picked up off Eighth Avenue, was finally coming alive.
He had thought that she was a little dull at first, but now he was changing her mind. He felt her squeeze her cunt-lips together, making his little cock feel like it was wrapped up in a glove.
Her pussy was tight, and now it was starting to get very wet. His cock started a very steady rhythm, going in and out of her with precision accuracy.
Brenda's moans, which were totally fictitious and created just moments before, suddenly began to turn into real live moans of womanly ecstatic pleasure.
He began to kiss Brenda's neck furiously, sucking the blood to the surface. Brenda was careful to move her neck so that his sucking mouth kept sliding all over the nape of her slender pure-white neck.
She knew that if she let the man kiss her steadily in one single spot for too long, he would surely give her a hickey. A hickey was always a tacky thing, she thought to herself, especially now since she was putting her escape plan into practice the very next day. She surely didn't want to set out in her new life with a sex-scar from her old life imbedded on her pretty little neck.
The man kissed on relentlessly, as he plowed his love pole in and out of her dripping-wet cunt. He began to really shove into her furiously, and Brenda knew from his increased heavy panting, that it wouldn't be long at all before he was shooting his pent-up fluids of love into her snatch.
Brenda was surprised to find herself more and more stimulated, but this completely unattractive older man. She knew though, that it was the excitement of being with her very last John that was getting her so worked up.
She threw her arms around his waist, and drew him into her, pulling him even tighter into her body. Her huge tits squashed against his massive hairy chest, and this drove them both crazy.
The man began to slide his weight around on top of her, so that her huge love-jugs slipped back and forth erotically across his bare skin.
He loved the feeling of her huge full breasts. It was her knockers that had caught his eye at first on the street. He had past about ten other whores, all of them looking fairly attractive, before he had come upon Brenda.
She had been wearing a short white mini-skirt, with black stockings. Up top she was wearing a pure-white skin-tight sweater, with no bra.
Her huge knockers stood way out in front of her, proud and strong. Her nipples, seemingly erect, were protruding against the thin material of the sweater, and the sight had given the John an instant erection.
He had thought at the time, that it was amazing that Brenda's tits could stand out so firm and full, without any means of support. Little did he know, that for the past two years, Brenda had done all different kinds of exercises to keep her bosoms firm and full, and able to stand without a bra.
She hated the confines of a bra, and hadn't worn one since she was a senior in high school, back in Providence, Rhode Island.
He thought of that first sight, as he now plowed his cock deeper and deeper into her love crevice. He moved it around, so that he could feel every inch of her monstrous knockers pressing up against his bare-skinned front.
Although the man had a flabby big stomach, Brenda was surprised to find out that as she explored his back with her hands, that once down to his ass, it was round and firm.
She couldn't figure out how his ass could feel so muscular, but dug her fingernails into it and enjoyed it in any case.
The man screamed out, as Brenda's long nails dug into his flesh. But, he made not the slightest motion to her that he wanted her to stop.
He liked being treated a little rough by women, especially women that he had picked up off the street, and was paying for the privilege of being with.
There was something especially exciting about a women's domination, that turned this particular John on. Brenda's quick trained senses picked up on this immediately, and began to slightly slap the man's bottom.
She didn't hit him very hard at first, knowing that every man had his own particular level of tolerance, and what he himself considered to be painful, or pleasurable.
This man, she found out quickly, only edged her on the harder she slapped him. Pretty soon, she was really pummeling his ass with her hands, and his breathing increased more and more heavily, along with his moaning, and in no time at all he had started to come.
Brenda decided to have an orgasm herself. She had made fucking a career, so she knew her body perhaps better than another women with a different profession may.
She could almost control her orgasm at will, shooting it forward when she wanted to, or holding back if for some reasons the situation called for it.
In this case, she wanted to come. She let herself go, and started a glorious orgasm. Her juices shot out of her cunt, almost as powerfully as the come coming out of a man's cock.
Her fluids mixed with he John's, and in no time at all, there was a pool of sex liquid mingling together down at their crotch regions.
Once the orgasm had started, Brenda wanted it over. As soon as whatever sexual feelings she had built up disappeared in the midst of her shaking orgasm, she wanted out.
The man was quick to finish coming too, probably thinking that he better get home to his loving wife before she missed him. In no time, they were finished, and the man had pulled his tiny little prick out of her.
Brenda sighed loudly. The man thought that it was because she had enjoyed the orgasm. Although this was partially correct, it was more because her life of prostitution, after two years of fucking every stud and John in sight, was coming to an end.
He gave her the fifty dollars which she had asked for, and hurriedly got dressed. Brenda smiled to herself She had found a trick of her own, that for her at least, had worked for the last two years, and had made her the richest prostitute in all of New York.
Most of the girls asked for somewhere between ten and twenty-five dollars for their services. She had decided one night when she needed a little extra cash particularly bad, to ask for fifty to see if anyone would be fool enough to pay her that much for a quick trick.
She was surprised to find out that she could turn as many fifty dollar tricks, as she had turned twenty dollar ones. So, that was her knew price. She never told any of the other girls how much she charged, even though many of them asked her.
She explained her rich apartment and beautifully expensive clothes, as gifts from her ex-husband, who was trying to get back in good with her. Of course this was all a lie, as she was afraid that if she told any of the others that she was charging twice as much as they were, for basically the same product, then they would start doing the same, and her run of good luck would surely be over.
She figured that probably the main reason that the men were into paying fifty dollars, was because at hearing the price, a man would think that Brenda was something special, and worth trying out.
Of course Brenda was especially beautiful, and had a body that went on for days. But basically, she was supplying the exact same services that the rest of the girls were.
She did her best to live up to her fifty-dollar expectations from all of her customers, and for the past two years hadn't received any complaints.
Once one of the girls came to her and told her that John they had been with he night before, had pointed her out to the girl on the street, and told her that that whore had charged him fifty dollars for the fuck.
Brenda told the girl that the man must have been mistaken, that she charged what everyone else did, which was no higher than twenty-five dollars.
The girls in the city, especially those around the West-Side in the fifties, were very clicky. Although they all took care of themselves, and were living by the order of hand that everyone should handle their own problems, and sell their flesh in their own way, the set price system had always been in effect.
As long as one of the girls didn't start selling herself for too little, or as in Brenda's case too much, things would stay on a peaceful steady basis.
However, they all knew that once one of the girls started charging more or less than her friends and fellow workers, that the scale would be thrown of kilter.
This was exactly what was happening in Brenda's case, only she was lucky enough to keep it a secret from the other girls. Of course Brenda had a lot of friends among the other girls, and hated to be earning more than them. But, as one of the women in the whore house in the country had told her, it is every woman for herself, and that should always be the main thing that is thought about, instead of all these silly accusations.
In no time, the man was gone from her room, and Brenda began straightening herself up. Her plane left at eight-thirty in the morning for Miami Beach, Florida, and there was still a lot to do.
Brenda had become a wise young lady over the past two years on the streets of New York City, as well as the few months she spent as a regular at the call-girl house up in the Country.
She still had all the youth and vigor of a wide-eyed teenager on her first date. But just beneath her child-like exterior, lay a well-developed sense of reason, and a power and yearning for better things that would lead her on, into whatever endeavor she chose.
She had purchased a large house just outside of Miami Beach, and with the help of a girlfriend of hers, Elsie, who this very minute was probably getting the house together, she was going to open up her own massage parlor-whore house.
Yes, it was true. She was escaping the personal end of hustling, and was branching out into the business end of it. She had seen how much money Drake had made running his little house of twenty girls in the country, and she knew that with her own personal experience, plus the experience of the older but exceptionally beautiful Elsie, they would have it made.
She had met Elsie while in the country. She was lucky enough to have gotten her as a roommate. The rooms that the girls lived in, were not the rooms that were used for customers. She and Elsie had gotten to know one another very well.
Elsie too, like herself, yearned for a better life. She was twenty-six, and was afraid that she would become one of the thirty-year-old has-been whores, running around some big city not knowing which end was up.
She had talked hour after hour with Brenda, and together they had decided to buy some property with a house on it in Florida, and open it up as a very high-class fuck-parlor, going under the pretext of giving massages.
Elsie's father had been a lawyer, and a lot of his knowledge had rubbed off on her. Brenda trusted her explicitly, and had turned over her life savings to her, when she said that she would go down and buy the house.
They had talked to some real estate people over the phone, and had verbally picked out what they wanted. Brenda had stayed behind to get their things together, and had planned on meeting Elsie at the house, as soon as all of the legal garbage was settled-something which Elsie was better suited to handle.
Elsie was going to be the perfect business partner. She was beautiful, and had a good head on her shoulders as well. Actually in many respects, she was similar to Brenda.
They both came from small towns, and somewhat broken homes. They had both turned to prostitution, not being able to satisfactorily make it in any other profession.
They had been attracted to one another almost immediately. Actually, they even looked good together, and most of the other girls in the house had said that they thought Elsie and Brenda were making it together.
As far as Brenda was concerned, she didn't think that she could ever be able to make love to another woman. And yet, if for some reason her head ever did get into it, it would be a girl like Elsie that she would want to do it with.
Elsie, on the other hand, was an old hat at lesbian relationships. She had started out with lesbian affair, when she was only seventeen. It had ended bad for her, and she had stayed away from women for a long time. As it stood now, she was pretty much bi-sexual. And, she really hoped to someday make it with Brenda. But after all, they were starting a business adventure together, and there was no need to rush it. When the time was right, she was sure that they would get it together to sleep with one another.
Brenda threw her last few pieces of personal belongings, into the large leather satchel that was opened on the end table. She looked the container over, and was satisfied that she had not forgotten anything.
"Guess that's about it," she said aloud, heading for the bathroom to take a quick shower, so that she wouldn't have to in the morning. There was nothing she hated more, than jumping right out of bed and into a shower, in the wee hours of the morning.
Just as she reached for the bathroom door, the phone rang. She knew immediately, that it must be Elsie calling from Florida.
"Hello?"
"Hi love," the friendly voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Hi Elsie. I knew it was you, how's everything going?" Brenda asked curiously. Elsie had been down there for two days now, and she had begun to get a little worried as she had not as yet heard from her.
"Fine love, just fine. Sorry that I haven't called before this, you must be frantic," Elsie said.
"No, it's okay hun, what's happening?"
"Well, everything is all set. The papers all went through yesterday, and the movers finished getting everything in today. Our little house is all ready, and waiting your arrival."
"Fantastic," Brenda shouted, elated that Elsie had gotten all of the business out of the way, something that she really wasn't too interested in. "Looks like we can really get things going now!"
"All we'll have to do next week, is get the girls, and start advertising in the papers for clients. I've done a little checking, and there are some massage parlors in Miami Beach, but they are very straight and tight on their rules. I don't even think that they allow any fucking."
"Great, that means that our house should really get zooming once the word is out," Brenda said, getting more and more excited the longer she talked to her girlfriend, and now business partner.
"I think so too love," Elsie agreed on the other end of the wire. Guess I better get off. You'll still be on that eleven a.m. plane tomorrow, won't you?"
"Sure will Elsie, going to meet me?"
"Of course love, I want to give you a big kiss to welcome you to Florida. It is your first time, right?"
"Right, I've never been there yet. I hear it is just beautiful."
"It is love, it is. It's about eighty-five degrees right now. How's the weather there?"
"It's about forty-five, and raining like a mother-fucker. It's miserable, just miserable."
"Well, they mostly just get showers here, so there will be lots of chance to get to the beach, once we get the house running that is."
"Okay love, I'm going to go take a shower now, I'll see you at the airport tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Brenda flew into the bathroom, and drew the steaming hot bath that her body had yearned for for some time now. She plunged herself into the bubbly fluid, and sunk to the bottom, allowing the sudsy water to cover her body completely, except for her pretty head.
As the penetrating heat of the water and steam coursed through he beautiful sensuous body, a big smile came across her face.
This business deal in Florida was gong to be the key to to her financial and emotional freedom, she just knew it. She couldn't wait to get down there, and get things going.