There was a note propped against the toaster, my dad had left it, saying he had to go in to work and that he'd be back at one o'clock. I added a note of my own to the bottom of my dad's note.

'Window shopping in town with Jenny, back around twelve!'

I caught the nine-fifteen bus into town, I was at the front door of the hotel on Hawthorn Road at ten o'clock, Yasim opened the door for me, "Hello Sarah, welcome, would you like a cup of tea or coffee, there won't be much going on this morning, Saturday mornings are quiet as a rule. I sat drinking a cup of tea in reception and chatting to Yasim. At ten thirty his phone rang.

"Hello...Oh, good morning Mr Patel...yes, a new girl...you're right, her name is Sarah...can I stop you there please, you can book an appointment with her but, she's actually here right now and free to serve you right away."

Yasim looked impressed, "Considering you've only got four and a half hours on the books and already, people are asking for you by name! Mr Patel will be here in ten minutes so you should get ready for him."

I didn't really need the stairs to get to my room as I was walking on air, to have a customer ring up to make an appointment to see me just because one of his friends had told him how good I was had swollen my head a lot.

My phone rang, Yasim told me that Mr Patel was there and that he'd paid for an hour of my time and that he would have two gold tokens to give me so I couldn't charge him for extras.

Mr Patel turned out to be a real weirdo, we started out with me climbing into the bath in the en-suite bathroom. I had to call him daddy as he washed me in the bath, I had to pretend to be reluctant to let him wash my breasts and then, when he washed between my legs I had to fight him off, again half-heartedly. We didn't get into bed until forty minutes had passed and he climbed on top of me and as he pushed his cock into my cunt I had to scream as if he's broken my hymen and beg him to stop until he climaxed. I only got to beg once, he actually fired off in me almost as soon as his cock was sheathed in my vagina. He was dressed and on his way a very happy man with fifteen minutes to spare.

Saturday Mornings were slow but I still serviced five gold customers before I went home. I got home, my mother's curtains were still closed and my dad's note was still propped against the toaster. My mother was still in bed and it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Dad walked in the house five minutes after I did and I threw his note in the bin.

I didn't mention that I'd been out and when my mother came down after my dad put the TV on to watch cricket and the noise of the TV woke her, my dad didn't mention that he'd been out either.

Saturday afternoon was almost a re-enactment of Friday evening, my mother was still happy and relaxed, we all chatted and it was decided that we'd go out for dinner, a meal in a restaurant and after, a game of ten pin bowling.

We got home at ten o'clock and I went straight to bed. I woke early on Sunday morning, not from choice, it was the sound of the usual Sunday morning argument between my mum and my dad. I went down stairs in my, now, usual, thin nighty with nothing on under it. I walked into the kitchen and my mother launched a fresh attack but on me this time, I didn't respond to her, I just carried on through the kitchen without stopping or saying anything and walked out of the back door. I closed the door a little harder than was called for. I walked down the side of the garage and out onto the drive in front of the house.

My shoulder was grabbed by my mother from behind and she yanked me to a halt at the side of her car, as she shouted, "Don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you young lady!"

I made a point of looking into her back seat and the overnight bag that had been pushed under her front passenger seat.

"Mummy dear, isn't that your night school satchel under that seat? Actually, you weren't talking to me, you were shouting at me and you aren't mad at me, you're just frustrated because it's been three days since you were wearing that white crop top, black micro-mini skirt, knee length boots and red lace thong in Hawthorn Road...oh, and I nearly forgot, a long blond wig!"

My mother's face turned bright red, almost as red as her hair and then she looked even more shocked but she wasn't looking at me or into the back of her car, she was looking towards the road.

I followed her eye line, Tom Boulter was standing at the end of our drive, he was frozen into a statue, his eyes were out on stalks and his lower jaw hanging open. Tom was the only boy in my village that was the same age as me and he'd just realised that he could actually see my body through what he'd assumed was a summer dress.

I looked back at my mother's face and said over my shoulder, "Hi Tom, what you up to?"

It took Tom an age to answer me, "I was going to...on the park. I was going to watch an out of season friendly match between our village youth club and the boys from Buccleuch Academy's youth club, that's the school that I've been put in, thought that it would be good to look some of their students over before I go there. What school did you get?"

"My mum wanted me to go to Southfields School for Girls but I failed their entrance exam so, I'll be on the same bus as you to Buccleuch in six weeks time."

"Cool...would you like to look some of their boys over with me?"

"Yes, give me five minutes to get dressed."

I shook my shoulder free from my mother's hand and walked back towards the kitchen.

"You may not go to the park...are you listening to me?"

I stopped and turned to face her, I set my jaw and said, "No mum, not really, we can discuss this on Friday after you've been screwed at the Hawthorn Road night School Class...if you want to micromanage my life, you'd better book a six week holiday from work and look after me all week while I'm off school."

I turned and carried on to the kitchen, my dad was standing there with a worried look on his face.

"I'm sorry dad, I think I might have wound the witch up a little and you'll catch the fall out after I've gone to the park to watch the youth club playing football."

My dad didn't get the chance to answer me as my mother stormed into the kitchen, still fuming mad at me, actually, getting her so mad at me took her venom away from my father.

I went to my bedroom and took my nighty off, I put red football shorts on and a red football shirt, no bra, no panties, red knee length football socks and white trainers. I walked out of the house and found my dad talking to Tom at the end of our drive.

"You coming to watch the match as well dad?"

"No way I'm staying at home after that bombshell that you dropped, anyway, Bob's been training the youth club team since the end of the last season. You do know that she won't have calmed down when we get home don't you?"

"She either will or she won't, that's up to her, nothing I can do about it before next Wednesday anyway!"

We set off in the direction of the park, Tom was trying to walk with us but as far away from me as possible because my dad was with us. I slipped my arm around my dad's waist and then gestured for Tom to come closer and I draped my arm over his neck.

The boys were already playing, the Buccleuch Academy team had a wide range of ages, it took students from four years old to eighteen. Rather than all year nine kids joining the comprehensive school at the same time and having equal status, half of the students would have many years experience at that school...some...nine years of experience.

Bob was standing on the touchline shouting instructions to our village team when he saw me, he gave me a sweet smile before calling his right wing player's parentage into question. My dad went into the changing room with Bob while Bob was giving his players a pep talk. Tom and I stood by the pitch, I looked into Tom's eyes, "Are you still a virgin Tom?"

He almost crapped his shorts, his face turned as red as my football strip as he nodded his head slowly.

"If you come round my house tomorrow, we can do something about that if you like!"

"My mum is sending me to stop with my gran on weekdays during the holidays."

"Pity! How about now, would you risk doing it in the changing rooms while they are playing the second half?"

He nodded his head so hard that he almost shook his head off of his shoulders.

Tom was like a cat on a hot tin roof until the players left the changing rooms. Tom and I slipped into the passageway between the home and away dressing rooms. I tried the door handles and found them all to be locked. Tom looked crestfallen, "Come down to the end of the passageway, only people in a direct line with the passage will see in here."

Tom brightened up at that suggestion until he realised what I'd said and then he was a little reticent. I had to pull him down the passage to the end and then I took my shorts and top off for him, he just stood there, eyes wide open and saliva dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as his jaw hung open. I took his hands and I placed them on my breasts, I even had to rub his hands over my tits myself.

I kissed him and then took his right hand from my breast and placed it between my legs, placing his middle finger over my clitoris, "Do you feel the little lump under the skin?"

Tom nodded his head.

"When you want to give a girl pleasure..." I pressed his finger harder against my clitoris and moved it from side to side so that that my clitoris popped from side to side under the pressure from his finger. "...do this, you can do it faster but don't do it harder."

I left him rubbing my clitoris and as I kissed him, I pushed my hand down the front of his shorts and fondled his cock and balls. I was facing the football pitch and Tom had his back to it, I spotted my dad in the doorway, he was just standing watching me and Tom. I'd already let him watch me sucking his best friend's cock, I smiled at him over Tom's shoulder and he returned my smile as I pulled Tom's shorts down and guided his erection home, into my cunt.

I reached around and put my hand on his bottom and pulled him into me harder, "There, you aren't a virgin any more, congratulations."

Tom soon got the idea and he pushed me against the wall as he fucked me while we both stood at the end of the hallway. Tom climaxed into me and he just burst out laughing once he got his breath back and for the first time in fifteen minutes, he looked around and saw my dad watching us fucking.

Tom ran for the hills as soon as his little pony was back in its stable. I walked almost all the way to my dad before I dressed myself. After the match and everyone had gone home, I stood with my dad, arms around each other's waists watching Bob as he tided the kit away and locked the store room, he turned and smiled at me and winked at my dad, "Fancy a pint at my place?"

Bob's comment wasn't aimed at either one of us in particular, just a general question, more rhetorical than needing an answer. Bob sidled up to my side and he slipped his arm over my shoulder, Bob pulled me along and I pulled my dad.

We went into Bob's house, "Is Aunty Barbara home Uncle Bob?"

"No darling, Barbara is visiting her mother, she won't be home until late today."

Bob gave my dad a pint and he poured one for himself, he offered me a beer as well, "No thanks Uncle Bob, too bitter for me."

"Bob looked at my dad, I saw him wink again at him, "What about a pure orange juice then darling?"

I nodded my head, Bob took a bottle of whisky into the kitchen where the orange juice was in the fridge and he returned with my drink in a tall slim glass that was half filled with ice before the orange was poured in. There was a sly grin on Bob's face as he handed me my drink. I took a big swallow of the orange and choked a little, the drink was about half orange and half whisky and it burned my throat as it went down.

I looked at my dad, he smiled back at me and I relaxed into the sofa, Bob was making small talk with me, joking with my dad and dropping several double entendre comments into the mix. It took me thirty minutes to finish my drink, I felt the heat in my cheeks from the alcohol rushing around my system.

Bob fetched my father another beer from the kitchen and he offered me another as well. I refused, I'd already drunk far too much on an empty stomach. Bob brought my father's pint in and as he passed it to him he said, "It's a pity Sarah's wearing shorts instead of a dress or skirt, it's lovely to see so much of her legs but there's no chance of a quick flash of knickers now and again!"

I saw that Bob was winking at my dad as he said it and my dad grinned over at me. Bob went back into the kitchen and I raised my eyebrows at him, he shrugged his shoulders. I looked towards the kitchen, "My T-shirt is as long as some of my dresses..." I stood up and pulled my football shirt out of my shorts and smoothed it down over the top of my shorts. "...see, it's long enough, I could take my shorts off if you like."

Bob came back in with his own drink, he looked at how long my T-shirt was, he actually looked a little disappointed at how long it was when he saw it. He sat back down in his seat, I looked at my dad, he smiled and he winked at me as he nodded his head.

"Well, okay, I'll take my shorts off but I have to warn you that you won't see any flashes of my knickers!"

I bent forward slightly, pinched the legs of my shorts and pulled them down, when they reached the floor, I stepped my left foot out of the leg hole and left my shorts pooled around my right foot, then I kicked my foot in my father's direction and they hit him on his chest.

I sat back on the sofa and Bob grinned at me, "Pink, I saw your pink knickers as you sat down."

I shook my head, "I'm not wearing pink knickers!"

"Okay then, what colour are your knickers?"

"I'm not wearing any knickers at all Uncle Bob!"

Bob looked at my dad and grinned like a schoolboy. Bob had a massive tent in the front of his tracksuit bottoms, "Just look at this, see what you've done to me!"

"Will it wait until Aunty Barbara gets home to rub it better for you Uncle Bob?"

"Barbara wouldn't be interested in helping me out darling!"

"Do you need me to help you again Uncle Bob?"

Bob looked at my dad again, grinned and winked his eye, "That's a very kind offer darling, thank you."

My dad nodded his head and took another sip of his beer as Bob crossed the room and stood in front of me. I patted the seat at my side and Bob sat next to me. I pulled the front of his tracksuit bottoms down with his underpants and hooked them under his balls and took his cock in my hand to rub it. Bob was looking at my father as I rubbed him, he put his hand on the back of my head to encourage me to turn hand relied into oral sex.

I rolled onto my knees and sank my mouth down over Bob's cock. I wasn't putting too much effort into getting Bob off, just giving him the most pleasure I could, he wasn't a paying customer so the twenty minute rule didn't apply to him, I could take as long as I wanted to to get him off with my mouth.

Bob started rubbing his right hand over the back of my left leg. he lifted the back of my T-shirt and folded it over the middle of my back, then he reached around with his left hand as well and placed one hand on each of my buttock cheeks, he pulled me open, "Bottom's up Johnny?"

I pulled my mouth off of Bob's cock and looked back at my father. He was sitting with his own cock standing to attention and forcing the front of his trousers up like a tent pole, shaking his head.

"Come on Johnny, I'm sure that Sarah would love to feel what you give your little friends once a month!"

I was about to return to my sucking duties when I heard 'click...click...ckick!' it was the sound of a latch key being pushed into a lock. I jumped up and ran to the seat that Bob had been sitting in and as I pulled my T-shirt down over my knees and bob lifted the front of his trousers back up to cover his erection, the living room door opened and Bob's wife walked in. "Hi Aunty Barbara."

Bob stood up and welcomed his wife with a kiss on her cheek, she tried to turn her face away from him, "You're home early darling."

"I finished earlier than I expected!"

My dad drained his beer and stood up, "Thanks for the beer Bob, better be off home for dinner."

I stood up carefully, so as not to flash my pussy at Bob's wife, "Thanks for the orange Uncle Bob."

Bob smiled at me and then made a sad face. I took my shorts off of my dad as I walked through the living room door and before my dad opened the front door, I stepped into my shorts and pulled them up just as Bob opened the living room door, "Sorry about that Sarah, pity she came home so early!"

"Next time Uncle Bob..."

As we walked down Bob's driveway I slipped my arm around my dad's waist and he looped his arm over my shoulder. "Dad, why the hell do Bob and Barbara stay together if she hates him so much?"

"You never know with people darling, me and your mum are still together and I'm not exactly her favourite person in the world."

"Yes...but you have me, parents often stay together until their kids get married...Bob and Barbara don't even have that."

We turned out of Bob's drive and out onto the pavement, "Why didn't you want to play 'Bottom's up' with me while I sucked Bob's cock dad? After all you know I'm not a virgin, you saw me with Tom earlier!"

"I wanted too darling, I could even see that you'd played that particular game many times before when Bob opened you up for me...I guess I just don't want to make a pest of myself with you, once I started, I wouldn't be able to stop doing it to you all the time!"

We reached the end of our own drive, I could see my mother through the living room window. She was pacing up and down like a caged animal, her face was bright red and she was talking to herself!

I stopped and pulled my father to a halt as well. I lifted up onto the tips of my toes and kissed him, "Dad, you know that I love you...don't you?"

He nodded his head.

"Well, I'm not prepared to allow mum to abuse me just because she's a miserable cow every Sunday to Wednesday. Tell her that I'll talk to her once she's calmed down!"

"Darling you know that she won't calm down any time soon, you may as well get it over with now or she'll get worse later."

"Dad, you have to trust me, I can look after myself, I'll see you as soon as I can!"

One final kiss and I turned my back and walked away. The bus from Kettering to Luton had passed as we left Bob's house so the bus from Luton back to Kettering would be around fifteen minutes later, the two busses crossed paths around Bedford. I ran the footpaths that linked some village roads to others before I turned towards the main road and headed for the first bus stop after our village and caught the bus into town.

I turned up at the hotel at six o'clock, I walked up to the front door and looked in, I was expecting to see Yasim sitting behind the reception desk but it was another man, tall for an Asian. I pressed the front door bell and the man looked up, his hand poised over the door release button but, when he saw that I was a teenage girl he changed his mind. I watched him walk across reception, he opened the door, "I'm sorry Miss, we don't have any rooms left."

Now that did confuse me, it was Sunday night, I couldn't believe that they'd need twenty workers on a Sunday evening.

"Oh...sorry, I thought that I had room 10 all to myself."

"Are you Sarah?"

"Yes I am."

"Sorry, come in. I'm Sid, that isn't my real name, naturally, just the name I use when I'm working here. I didn't believe the computer when I saw that you've only been working for two days and you're already getting customers ringing up and asking for you by name. I've had three today, I offered them other girls but they only wanted you...and I can see why now.."

I giggled and thanked Sid for his compliment.

"Are you here to work, the computer says that you aren't due in until tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, I'm here to work."

"How long?"

"As long as there are customers."

"Well, I have three customers who've already asked for you, I'll start ringing around them."

I walked up the stairs while Sid started dialling numbers...

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