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First Published: 27 November 2015

New Job Opportunity
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, m/f, Prostitution

I was just sixteen, I'd finished school, or at least I hoped I had, that was all dependant on my finding a job with an accredited apprenticeship before the beginning of the summer term which would start in six short week's time.

To earn a little pocket money I was delivering newspapers around my village, morning and evening papers as well as magazines, the advantage for me was that I got to look through all of the job adverts early in the afternoon before I delivered the newspapers.

One day I was delivering the evening standard when Mr. Bentham stopped me at the end of his road, "Do you have my paper in your bag Victoria?"

I pulled out a copy of the Evening Standard, folded it in half and handed it to him. He almost tore the paper apart scanning through the pages, well, not all the pages, he just ripped through to the court report and the local crime page and scanned through the articles quickly and then he thought for a moment and began looking through the other pages.

"What are you looking for? Perhaps I can help!"

"No, no, that's okay, I was just expecting something to be in the paper today but it isn't."

We smiled at each other and he walked home trying to put the newspaper back together as he went. The same thing happened the next day as well, "If you tell me what you were looking for I may have already seen it, I get quite a long time to read the papers while I'm waiting for my bag to be made-up."

It was obvious once again that he was unsuccessful in his search, I raised my eyebrows as if to emphasise that I had asked him a question and was waiting for a response.

"It's just that something happened on Friday night and I was just checking to see if anything was being said about it in the paper."

"Our village hasn't been in the news for months now!"

"Yes I know, the incident happened in Northampton Town last Friday!"

My curiosity was definitely peaked, there was something that happened last Friday night that Darren Bentham didn't want his wife to find out about before him and that usually meant that it was something dirty and to a sixteen year old girl, dirty was definitely interesting.

As soon as I was out of sight of Mr. Bentham I took out my mobile phone, a year ago I'd been madly in love with Paul and Paul had been a runner at the Evening Standard offices before starting his job as a trainee in their print room. I caught him at work, asked him if he'd heard anything involving Darren Bentham from my village in the past week. "Nothing I can remember but I'll check the database during my coffee break and let you know if I find anything!"

I continued my round, the vicarage was my last but one delivery of the day, the last delivery was at Dead End Cottage, not its real name but it was at the end of a cul-de-sac, opposite the graveyard, so, villagers being villagers we all knew it as Dead End Cottage. Between the vicarage and the last Cottage was a walk of about a quarter of a mile and in that distance I received a call from Paul.

"You should be in the news game Vicky, I spotted two references to Darren Bentham but they didn't get to court yet so won't be used in the paper. The first was from five years ago, says he was suspected of kerb crawling in Northampton but the case was dropped for lack of evidence and the second entry was last Friday when he was caught in an alley behind a brothel that was being raided by the police. It looks like he's not going to go to court again though because they can't prove he was actually leaving the brothel or going into it."

"Thanks for doing that for me Paul, I owe you one!"

"When can I collect? ... Yes sir, I understand, you want me to pull the advert until Friday and you'll give me a new closing date before I set the type! ... Sorry babe, my boss came past. So, have I done good enough for a date on Saturday night?"

"Do you really want one?"

"Nothing serious, just a bit of fun for old time's sake."

"Okay, I'll see you at KFC, seven o'clock on Saturday evening then!"

"Do I need to bring condoms?"

"If you want anything more than just a hand...shake you do!"

Paul laughed and said his goodbyes.

I walked on with a skip in my step; the promise of sex on Saturday evening was definitely an unexpected highlight to my otherwise boring week. Paul and I had been in love for just two weeks, at school Paul had been one of the most popular boys, he could have any girl he chose and he chose to have as many as he could get his hands on. He chased me and courted me for two weeks, he tried to fuck me a hundred times in that two weeks but because I was a virgin at that time I fought him off. Well, I wasn't a virgin for very long after we split up and over the following few months before he left school to work at the newspaper I did actually let him fuck me a few times but just as friends, nothing serious, no promises of anything more than just a friendship fuck.

I posted my last newspaper of the day through the front door of Dead End Cottage and started my long walk home. On Thursday afternoon, once again I could see Darren Bentham walking up and down at the end of his road; once again he asked for his newspaper and searched quickly for page eight and the local court report. I delivered the paper to number two and as I walked back up the path I was arguing inside as to whether I should tell him that I knew about his dirty little secret or not.

As I passed him in the street again I stopped, "I checked with the Evening Standard's office yesterday, they won't be publishing anything about you unless you have to go to court!"

It looked like I'd dropped a bombshell on him, his face froze in shock and horror, he was floundering to find the right words to say in response, eventually he pulled himself together enough to say, "Erm, what about?"

"Well, nothing about you being caught in the alleyway behind the brothel in Northampton or the fact that you were also caught kerb-crawling in front of the same brothel five years ago!"

Mr. Bentham was left spluttering in the street as I walked down his side of the road, past his house and on to the end. He was still just standing in the same spot as I reached him on the other side, over ten minutes later, he was about to cross the road to talk to me again when his wife called him from their front door, she needed his help to get her packed lunch ready for her to take to work, she concluded by saying, "I'm doing six till six tonight so I'll need extra food today."

Darren looked upset but he turned on his heels and walked to his drive, leaving me to continue on my round. I breathed my usual sigh of relief as I turned into Church Lane, just the vicarage and Dead End Cottage left to deliver to. I heard a car drive past behind me; it was unusual for the Patterson's to be home so early. I delivered the vicar his Evening Standard and his copy of Gay News and as I pushed it through his door I repeated his own made-up comment, 'It's not for me you understand, it's for a parishioner who fears persecution if it got out that he is gay'.

Live and let live I say, Gay, straight, bi, bi-curious, zoophile, even paedophile, if no one gets hurt, everyone is happy to take part, then what business is it of anyone else? I walked past the church, far too large for our congregation these days, I was already folding the Patterson's Evening Standard, breathing another sigh of relief that the canvas satchel emblazoned with Evening Standard's logo in vivid scarlet was indeed empty as it should be.

I turned the bend leading down the side of the graveyard, Dead End Cottage came into view first, then a man, standing with his back to the church and me and then an AUDI A-six, Darren Bentham's AUDI A-six so the man looking down into the stream at the end of the road must be Darren, he had changed out of his suit and was dressed in a jogger's outfit.

Had I upset him by checking with my friend on the staff of our local rag about him? Was he going to go mad at me? Or worse! I continued down to Dead End Cottage slowly, I posted their copy of the Evening Standard and turned from their front door, Darren was now standing by the rear door of his car opposite the gate to Dead End Cottage, "Have you finished your paper round Victoria? When I was your age I did this round and hated the walk down here, at least it isn't raining at the moment!"

I smiled; at least he wasn't angry or didn't seem to be angry. "Do you have five minutes to chat with me Vicky?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Can we have a little chat in my car please?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and he opened the rear door and gestured for me to get in.

"Slide along a little; it's very muddy on the other side."

I got in his car and slid as far across the rear seat as I could, there was a box taking up the right hand seat of the three. Darren joined me in the back, "Firstly, I'd like to start out by thanking you for taking the trouble to check with your newspaper about me, it took a great weight off of my shoulders and I have to admit that I didn't handle things very well over the last few days, you could say I've been very much on edge since Friday night."

"You don't have to mention it Mr. Bentham, I could see something was upsetting you and it was easy enough for me to make a call to a friend of mine who works in the back office, don't worry, my friend is very discrete!"

"I do love my wife very much but she has a very low sex drive..."

Way too much information Mr. Bentham, I know that I wanted to find out your dirty little secret but...

"...I tend to look after myself as a rule, five or six times a day on average but..."

He looked down into his lap, the stretchy fabric of his jogging pants had formed into a tent, I followed his eyes down, there was a much darker spot above his cock's magic eye.

"...well, there is only so often a man can look after his own needs before he needs a little help from another human being. I reached that point last Friday evening and went to see a woman I visit a few times a year..."

"The prostitute in Northampton!" I interrupted

"Erm, yes, I'm ashamed to say..."

"You don't need to be ashamed of anything Mr. Bentham, far better to use a professional, keep things on a business footing, than have an affair and risk falling in love with another woman."

"I wish my wife were as reasonable as you, when did young girls suddenly get so smart?"

His face reddened slightly and he had to adjust himself a little in the 'down below department'.

The wet patch of shame grew to double its previous size, it was now almost two inches in diameter, I was fixated on it, Darren was easily the biggest man I'd ever seen in the trouser department and he seemed to keep on getting longer and fatter as he talked.

"The trouble is, I didn't get what I needed on Friday night and because of the worry about possible publication of my misdeeds, I haven't been able to sort things out for myself and I've been warned that my details have been passed on to all of the local police forces so I can't even go to another town to look for help."

"I can see that, big problem if you get caught again they will probably add the other two things into the mix, you'd look bad in the press and just for trying to do the right thing for your family too!"

"Exactly..."

There was a long silence, Darren had placed his hand on top of his cock and was pressing it down as he seemed to be rolling his hips upwards.

"I feel like I'm about to burst, I'm sorry for burdening you with this Vicky, look, I've taken up fifteen minutes of your time already, I should pay you for your time, fifteen minutes should be worth at least five pounds!"

"Don't be silly Mr..."

"Please call me Darren!"

"Okay Darren, don't be silly, we're neighbours, it shouldn't cost anything just to talk to a neighbour!"

Darren looked away, he looked at the edge of the newspaper sticking out of the front door of Dead End Cottage, he whispered, almost as a sigh, "But I want to do more! I need to do more!"

Darren pressed his hand down again and a little shudder ran through his body, "Victoria, I assume that you don't deliver heavy newspapers seven days a week for the love of it. I assume that you do it because you need the money! Please don't be offended if I've read the situation wrongly but we have here what we in business like to call a supply and demand opportunity. You need to earn money; I have a little spare capacity in that area. You currently drag a heavy satchel around four miles of local streets, twice a day, six days a week and an even heavier bag on Sundays, rain or shine for what? Do you get twenty pound a week?"

I nodded my head, "Well, twenty-two pounds actually!"

"How would you like to earn twenty-two pounds for just thirty minutes work? You don't have to leave the back seat of this car either, and I'd like to bet that you have done far more with boys from school for free!"

"What would I have to do?"

Darren pushed down with his hand again on his cock and shivered again as he pondered something before looking me straight in the eye, "I'll give you five pounds for being so understanding about things and so adult, I'll give you seventeen pounds more for hand relief and ten pounds more for oral sex. So, just rub my cock for a few minutes and you'll be a week's wages better off, if you fancy letting me finish off in your mouth, it'll be like you have worked a week and a half in just thirty minutes without even having to step out into the cool evening wind, I'll even drive you to the end of your street to save you the walk home after."

I leaned forward in the seat and looked past Darren to the front door of Dead End Cottage, I was trying to remember what time the Patterson's got home from work, the money was an incentive, but if I were to be perfectly honest, I was intrigued by the size of the bulge in Darren's trousers and I would have probably rubbed him off for free. No, I didn't feel safe doing anything on Church Lane, far too open, the Cottage, the grave yard and the fields beyond the river. Darren must have seen the look of concern on my face and leaning forward the way I was probably looked like I was about to make a run for it.

"I'm sorry, I have embarrassed you Victoria, I've got things horribly wrong haven't I?"

I leaned back in the seat,, "No, it's not like that at all, I just don't think that this is a safe place to do something like that, people could be walking their dogs in the graveyard or on the field on the other side of the brook and I can't remember what time the Patterson's get home. We could try to find a safer place but I'd better check with my mother first."

Darren relaxed visibly and his concerned expression changed into a smile. I took out my mobile phone and called home, told my mum that Rachel had asked me to chill out with her for a few hours. After that the conversation turned a little one sided where all I could do was say "Uhu!" a few times in answer to my mother's conversation and then I hung up. I grimaced at Darren and then said, "I'm sorry but my mother has cooked a seafood risotto and she's trying to keep it from spoiling until I get home..."

Darren suddenly looked crestfallen, he nodded his head and mumbled something like, "That's okay, I understand!"

"No, I don't think you do, I have certain obligations to my family and they come first but as soon as I've eaten I'll be back out, thirty minutes, an hour at the outside and then I can meet you here again if you like, it will be darker by then and I'll feel safer sitting in your car if it's darker."

The smile returned to Darren's face, "If it wouldn't freak you out too much you could come to my house, my wife won't get home until after six in the morning, you could come around the back through the council house's garage block, there's a hole in the fence between garage seven and nine and no one will see you arrive or leave.. I'll drop you off at home, the sooner you get home the sooner you'll be free to come to see me!"

Dinner was lovely, tasty and light and eaten speedily, my mother asked me how long I'd be out for, I checked the date in my mental almanac, third Thursday in the month, my father's payday and the night that, whatever else was happening, they 'made love together', it sounded just like fucking to me but my mother assured me that it was different. She came into my bedroom, "Are you sure that you'll be out until after ten o'clock tonight?"

I nodded my head as I applied red lippy and brushed the clear sealing coat so that the colour wouldn't rub off. "Well, if you do end up coming home before ten could you ring first please, it isn't often that we get the house to ourselves on our special night."

I nodded my agreement again, mum stopped at my door and leaned against the frame, "You could stop out all night if you like, you don't have to phone first, it'll only break your father's stride if you do!"

When I had done my paper round earlier in the afternoon I had been wearing my old school uniform with a royal blue Cardigan on instead of the blazer and of course no tie, just my old white school blouse with an open neck, I must have looked fourteen to anyone seeing me who didn't know me. I thought for a few minutes, I didn't have any clothes that were really adult, more grown up clothing was one of the things I was working for. Fortunately my mother and I were very similar in size to each other so I could borrow her sexy clothes to wear for Darren and she was dressing up in one of my old school uniforms as I raided her lingerie drawer.

She came into my room so I could plait her hair for her, "Do you want to borrow my gym knickers as well mum?"

My mum pulled the front of my navy blue pleated skirt up and flashed her clean shaven pussy mound at me, "I think your father will prefer to find me like this!"

"Is he going through a schoolgirl fantasy phase at the moment?"

"He's always liked looking at schoolgirl fantasy pictures on the internet!"

"God mum, why didn't you guys say, loads of my friends think my dad is sexy, if I'd known I could have organised for some of my friends to come round for a sleep-over, he could have done all the looking he wanted to!"

"I'll mention it to him while we're playing tonight, might give him an extra kick! Now get ready as quickly as you can, my motor's running and I need the house cleared for action as soon as possible!"

She pressed something into my hand, "And use one of these BEFORE things get too heavy between you and 'Rachel' tonight!"

She was gone before I could look in my hand and see the packet of three condoms that she had pressed there. I guess that sitting there in my bedroom wearing her stockings, suspender belt, bra and thong set with her low cut mini-dress hanging from my wardrobe door as I painted my face was a bit of a dead giveaway that I was meeting a boy rather than a girlfriend that evening!

As I walked through the living room my mum and dad were dancing a 'grab-ass' dance in the unlit room, as I walked past my dad winked at me and said, "Have fun but play safe!"

I walked to the garages behind the council houses, it was seven-thirty and just turning dusk, I found the hole in the fence and walked carefully down Darren's garden path. I was suddenly struck by a feeling of panic, I was dressed up to the nines, what if Darren wanted me to stay dressed in my school uniform, perhaps he was a bit of a paedophile and wanted me to play the fourteen year old for him!

I knocked the door as quietly as I could, beginning to regret yielding my place at home for the next two and a half to three hours, if I had made a mistake and Darren sent me away, I'd have to just walk the streets of my village dressed like a prostitute.

The door was snatched open; Darren looked all around to make sure that I was alone in his back garden. He gave me a low wolf whistle as he invited me into his kitchen. "Would you like a drink Vicky?"

I'd had a glass of wine with my dinner so I asked if he had any white wine or rose, red wine gave me a headache and I didn't want to risk mixing grape and grain, not this evening at least.

Darren poured me a large glass of Piesporter wine and then said, "You smell lovely but do you mind if we go straight up to my 'office', my wife might smell your perfume on the furniture in any other room, I have to use my office whenever I look after my own sexual needs, even if she's away for a whole week, she can still smell my musk if I do it in any other room in the house!"

It didn't bother me in the slightest; in fact, sex inside a house was a real novelty for me. I followed Darren up to the middle bedroom; his office had a computer, a filing cabinet and an old three seat sofa with a coffee table in front of it.

Darren was still dressed in his sweats and as soon as we sat down on the sofa his cock started to grow, pushing the front of his pants out.

"Can I kiss you?"

Seemed a stupid question to me, I was there dressed for, and reeking of sex, of course I would expect to kiss! I nodded my head and Darren leaned in to kiss me, he went a little crazy, raining kisses all over my mouth, my cheek, my chin and down onto my neck.

"What are you willing to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've already said, that I'll give you seventeen pounds for hand relief, another ten pounds on top of that if you give me oral sex, and of course, the five pounds I've already promised just for talking earlier but just how far are you willing to go tonight for me?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea exactly what he wanted from me, I'd never had any boy negotiating over sex with me before, we usually just got down to it and if I didn't like the way things were going I'd call a halt or ask to go back a step, although I had hardly ever stopped a boy from doing whatever he wanted to do with or to me in the past year.

Darren's hand was already exploring my upper thigh through my mini-dress, he'd already found out that I was wearing stockings and a suspender belt and I'd felt his mouth turn into a broad grin against my cheek. "What if we say a round one hundred pounds and you let me do whatever I want to do to you?"

"I don't think I really want you to pay me for sex Mr. Be..."

Darren stopped me mid-sentence, "It's Darren remember, and you agreed with me earlier that if sex was purely on a business footing, it was safer for my marriage! Now I want you to think about this very seriously, just how far are you willing to go? If you say, 'Hand relief only', then I'll give you seventeen pounds for thirty minutes of your time and the use of your hand. At ten past eight you go home whether I'm finished or not! If you say 'I'm willing to suck your cock as well', then I get out twenty-seven pounds, hand it to you and I get your hand and your mouth until eight-thirty, again, cum or not you're out of here at eight-thirty on the dot."

Darren looked into my eyes with a serious expression on his face. "You say, 'Full sex' and I'll use your hand, your mouth and your cunt, I'll give you seventy pounds up front for one hour with you and once I start you'll have to remember that it isn't love, it's business, one hour of your time and it won't matter if I'm a little rougher than you're used to, it's a business service, a contract between us, you put up with me fucking your cunt, with a condom on my cock until ten past nine. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head again, "And if you agree to me fucking you, you can't expect an orgasm yourself, if I manage to give you one then that is a bonus for you, prostitutes don't usually get orgasms from their customers but they have to pretend the man is the best lover in the world, they learn to fake their pleasure to help their customer to get off!"

He encouraged me to take another drink from my overly full glass of wine while he looked at me, studied me intently. He openly checked out my cleavage, pulling the front of my dress forward to see a little of the bra I was wearing underneath. He looked into my eyes again, smiled at me, "Now, I'd rather you said, 'You can do whatever you want to do to me', I'll offer you the round hundred pounds for unlimited time and unlimited access to your body, I'll expect you to demand one hundred and fifty pounds for the right to use you in whatever way I want and for as long as I want and I'll happily pay one-fifty for that right!"

Darren tipped the glass into my mouth, forcing me to finish the last of my wine. "Of course I understand that you aren't a free agent, your parents will have set limits, they'll expect you home at a reasonable time and I'm willing to work to those limits providing you set them out clearly before we start!"

I have to say that Darren hadn't painted a particularly rosy picture of what was expected of me in my role as prostitute for the evening! I was looking for excitement and pleasure rather than a stuffy contract, I was looking for something more than I'd done before with boys around my own age.

Darren smiled into my eyes again, "Well, what will you say to my proposition?"

Well, if I agreed to start and couldn't back out once I'd started and if I couldn't expect an actual orgasm of my own it would be just like the last few days of school when the boys were desperate to bang every girl in the school, mind you, all they wanted was to put their cocks into you, cum as quickly as possible and move on to the next girl as quickly as possible, and they weren't offering to give me money in compensation for using me as a cum dump, the boys at school refused to wear a condom too, so after each boy fucked me, I had all the trouble of cleaning myself up after.

Darren might want to do some kinky shit, he might like to inflict pain of some kind, do stuff to me that I'd never even heard of before but then, why was I here? Why was I dressed like a whore in another woman's house with her husband? Darren hadn't tried to trick me into anything, even after I'd told him that I'd happily do whatever he wanted me to do for free, he'd insisted on setting me straight, giving me the facts of life, 'Red in tooth and claw' as my father always said.

"Well?"

Darren had snapped me back to reality with his simple question.

"I think I'd like to earn..." Moment of truth girl, do you say seventeen pounds, twenty-two pounds, seventy pounds or the full one-fifty? The full one-fifty was the only option that would give me a warm place to stay until I could go home but was that a good enough reason for offering myself so totally to Darren. On the other hand, the full one-fifty was the only guaranteed way of learning anything new about sex and very possibly about myself too! "...the full one-fifty please, and I can stay as long as you like!"

Darren suddenly looked very relaxed, he went to one of the drawers in his desk and took his wallet, he counted out one hundred and fifty-five pounds into my hand, I rolled my eyes at the five pounds for talking to him earlier in the day, "Just pop that into your purse and we can get started!"

Darren pulled the coffee table out of the way, then he put his hand down the back of the sofa and pulled, the sofa suddenly rolled out into a double bed. "Would you do a full striptease for me Vicky please?"

'Well, this is a turn up for the books! After all that, you do exactly what you're told, my pleasure and not yours, do as your told and here he is asking me to strip for him and saying please too!'

Darren turned his PC on, he Googled 'The Stripper' and started it playing on a loop, he lay on the bed and I danced for him at the foot of the bed. I didn't really have any clear idea of what was expected of a stripper, just that a woman danced around and took her clothes off as slowly and sexily as possible. I'd actually seen clips of strippers on TV films but naturally they didn't dwell on the stripper very long in films on the TV.

As I danced Darren rubbed the lump in the front of his trousers and leered at me lecherously. As my dress slipped off he gasped at the sight of me in my lingerie, well, my mother's lingerie and when my bra dropped to the floor Darren pushed his trousers off and beckoned me onto the bed with him. We rolled around on the bed to the sounds of the stripper coming from the tinny PC speakers.

Darren was naked before me, he pulled my head down into his lap and made me suck his cock, he got a little overly excited and hurt me a little as he forced his cockhead into my throat and he fucked me like that until he climaxed. I was still wearing my knickers, suspender belt and stockings and Darren had already boiled over, I was starting to worry that my evening of adventure was over.

Darren got his breath back and apologised for being so rough with me, he asked me if I wanted to watch a little internet porn with him, he showed me a dozen film clips, younger men with older women, older men with young girls and finally a woman and dog, he regained his erection while we watched that film and I found my knickers around my ankles in double quick time and I was pulled onto his lap on the seat in front of his PC, we kissed passionately as he fucked me. Because he'd already had one orgasm he gave me three really good climaxes before he spilled over for the second time.

I was taken to bed, it was ten o'clock, Darren set his clock for four o'clock, "If it's okay we can sleep for six hours and wake up at four o'clock so we can fuck again before my wife gets home. Unless I get horny before then of course!"

As we lay there in bed Darren was asking me all kinds of questions, what I liked sexually, what I was willing to do, would I refuse a man I didn't find attractive and that kind of thing. My first foray into prostitution wasn't so bad, Darren was interested in me, he was funny and clever. In fact the only drawback to him was his wife, for some reason she seemed to rule his life with a rod of iron.

He woke me at two am for a quick fumble and then when the clock went off we fucked again, no quickie this time, we fucked until five minutes to six and then I had to get dressed in a hurry and slip out of the back door just as his wife drove her car onto the driveway in front of the house. As I walked out Darren was walking round the house spraying Fabreze^TM everywhere.

'Mental note to self, remember, even on warm nights I need a jacket, just in case I have to do the six am run for home dressed like a whore!'

I had to change very quickly and get back out on the streets to deliver the morning newspapers without the benefit of breakfast. I saw Darren drive out of the village at high speed as I was delivering papers on the High Street. I made it to Darren's road at eight o'clock, as I was about to post the morning newspaper through Darren's front door his wife opened it. She gave me a warm smile, "Will you be passing the shops on your way home Victoria?"

"Yes Mrs. Bentham, I actually pass the shops twice as I'm delivering in the estate behind the shops."

She took the newspaper out of my hand, "Could you do me a big favour please, if I give you some money would you pick me up some bread and a bottle of milk for me..." I nodded my head, I was expecting a beating, Darren had cut things so fine that there was every possibility that she had spotted me as she walked through to the kitchen while I was slipping through the hole in the fence between the two garages. She handed me a five pound note, "...can you call in at the shops and get me a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk please and bring it here on your way home."

"It'll take me over an hour to finish my round."

"That's okay..." she turned her head and put her nose close to her armpit, "...I desperately need a bath anyway. When you get back come round the back, the door will be unlocked, if I'm asleep in the bath come up and wake me please, I've got tons of stuff to do before I can go to bed."

As I left Mrs. Bentham I felt a little guilty, she was being so nice and after I'd just spent the night letting her husband fuck me for money.

I worked my paper round as usual, on the second walk past the general store I went in and bought a bottle of milk as well as a loaf of bread for Mrs. Bentham, stuffed them both into my delivery bag with the few newspapers that I still had to deliver. I knocked on Mrs. Bentham's front door and when I didn't get an answer I walked around the back, in through the kitchen, put the milk in the fridge and the bread in the breadbin on the worktop. I checked the dining room, the living room and then went up the stairs calling out "Mrs. Bentham," as I went.

I found her in the bathroom, fast asleep in the bath and totally naked. I had to shake her to wake her up, "Sorry about that, I really need to sleep but I just have too much to do this morning. Did you manage to get breakfast before you started your paper round this morning?"

I shook my head, "No, I didn't wake up in time, just had to dash out, I'm planning on getting myself a slice of grilled cheese when I get home and then I'm going to take a nap, well, so long as I didn't get any invitations to go in for any job interviews today."

"Oh! I thought you still had a couple of years left at school."

"Yes, I will have two more years at school unless I can get a job before the end of the holidays."

She smiled at me and climbed out of the bath, "Well, I have bread now and there is a block of good quality Double Gloucester cheese in the fridge, why don't you pop down to the kitchen, do us both a couple of grilled cheese each and make a pot of coffee while I get dried and dressed."

'Well today is going from strange to even stranger!'

I went down to the kitchen and started the toaster working on the bread, started the coffee machine brewing and turned the grill on to warm it up. I checked the fridge, I spotted a packet of ham that ran out of date the day before but was unopened, there were a dozen large tomatoes as well and the cheese. I went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, "You have a packet of ham that's past its use by date, if it's still okay shall I put that on the grilled cheese as well?"

"That would be nice if it's still okay."

"Shall I pop some tomato on as well?"

"Whatever you like!"

So the simple grilled cheese turned into gourmet grilled cheese. I buttered the toast, laid two slices of ham on each slice, then I thickly sliced a large tomato and placed one slice of tomato in the centre of each slice of bread and covered with thickly sliced cheese and popped all four under the grill to melt the cheese.

She walked in as the cheese began to melt over the tomato, her hair was wrapped in a towel turban, she had done most of her makeup, just her lips left to do. I dished up the grilled cheese and made two cups of coffee before joining Mrs. Bentham in the dining room. We sat and started eating, "So, what are you looking to do for a job?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea what I want to do, all I do know is I don't want to do another two years at school."

"Well, what do you enjoy doing? What are you good at?"

I lifted my coffee and tried to hide my face behind the cup as I blushed. I had no idea what I liked in the job market, no idea what I was good at. Well, I did have one idea and that thought made me blush, after last night 'Working' for Darren there was one job that I thought I could be very good at but it wasn't exactly legal.

She looked at me, she giggled, "Boys?"

I felt my face heat up even more. "Well, I was just the same at your age, the only thing I was interested in back then was boys, well, one boy. We were together for ten years, he suddenly changed his mind and dumped me, I met and married Darren on the rebound and that was a big mistake. So, do you have one special boyfriend?"

It took me a while to get round to answering, I shook my head rather than saying anything.

"So, you've had a few boyfriends?"

I shrugged my shoulders

"How many boys would you say, roughly?"

"Well, you'd probably call it more than a few!"

"How many would you say?"

"I've probably had a hundred boyfriends in the past five years."

"Wow, five years! So, you were...erm...active from the age of eleven or so then?"

"Active! Well, not active at eleven but I had lots of boyfriends back then but they didn't seem to last very long."

"No, from what I saw at school, if you didn't put out the boys soon lost interest in you."

"Even if you do...well... you know, they still lose interest in you quite quickly."

"So, how many boys did you go all the way with?"

"A few dozen I'd guess."

"Sounds like the perfect job for you could be as a sex worker!"

She smiled at me as she said that, I just remembered last night and blushed all over again.

"Well, you obviously don't mind having sex with lots of different partners, you might as well get something out of it, it is after all the oldest profession!"

"But it's illegal."

"Well no, actually, prostitution isn't illegal, there are lots of laws about behaviours that a prostitute is or isn't allowed to engage in but just having sex for money is still perfectly legal. Our little village could do with a working girl living here; my husband would be a customer for sure."

I almost choked on my grilled cheese.

"Don't look at me like that, I know my husband uses prostitutes, like I said, it was a mistake marrying him but the more he uses professionals the less I have to put up with him grunting on top of me."

"Doesn't your husband love you?"

"He does, he loves me more than anything but he also likes sex with others, he doesn't see sex as part of love, it's just a biological act, climaxing keeps men sane. So if you do decide to set up a house of ill repute in the village I'd book my old man in at least once a week and I have friends around here that would do the same."

She checked her watch, "Damned it, I'm usually more organised than this, I was forced into a double shift last night and I had an appointment for... well, let's just say 'A work out' with my friend before lunch. Finish your breakfast and let yourself out will you, pop in and see me after you finish your paper round tomorrow morning for a coffee and a longer chat."

I remembered her change from the shopping, I dug into my pocket and offered it to her, "No, don't be silly, it was well worth the few pounds extra to have my breakfast made so beautifully by someone else, saved me a ton of time that I just don't have today. And with that she headed up the stairs rubbing the towelling turban into her hair as she went.

I bolted the rest of my grilled cheese down, took one last swallow of my coffee, I was about to leave the dining room and head home when I looked back at the table, my mother would have slapped the back of my head so hard I'd have seen stars. I quickly gathered all of the dirty dishes off of the table and took them into the kitchen, I washed the dishes I'd dirtied and the few other dishes from Darren's breakfast, I dried the pots but left them where they were on the worktop.

I got to the front door, turned the latch and pulled the door open just as Mrs. Fletcher was inserting a key in the lock, I knew her well, she lived in the new houses, being a small village the new houses were actually built thirty years earlier but as it was the only time the village ever expanded since the Doomsday book was published in ten eighty-six so they would forever be called the new houses forever or until the village grew again, then the new, new houses would be the new houses and the 'Oldies' in the village would be in turmoil until someone could think up a new name for the seventies houses. I knew Mrs Fletcher because, like almost everyone else in the village I delivered her newspapers, the Daily Mail and the Guardian in the mornings and the Mercury in the evenings, three magazines each month and the Sunday Times...you guessed it; on Sunday mornings.

"Well, well, what do we have here, has Claire been playing already this morning?"

"Mandy let the girl go..." Mrs. Bentham was on the stairs behind me, I looked over my shoulder and gasped, Mrs. Bentham wasn't exactly getting dressed when she went up to the bedroom, well, I guess she was but she was actually getting dressed for bed in some very sexy lingerie. "...Victoria did me a favour; she fetched me a little shopping and then fixed my breakfast while I was getting ready for you!"

Mandy Fletcher put her hand on my shoulder and allowed her fingertips to slip down onto my upper chest; she had a look on her face that screamed out hunger. Claire's hand came over my shoulder and caught Mandy's wrist, "Victoria is still into boys, she hasn't suffered the same disappointments as the rest of us yet. Claire pulled Mandy's arm and dragged her into the house behind me, I looked back as the front door closed and saw a very passionate kiss as the door slowly closed.

I walked home wondering if everyone was 'at it', I knew that Mandy was married, just like Claire Bentham was, I might not have known them well enough to have known their first names but I knew their reading habits. I knew who was married, who had kids who liked to sleep in late on Sunday mornings and who complained if their papers didn't arrive before they left for work. But it seemed that I didn't know who batted for what side or who was having affairs with whom!

I went straight home; I checked the post, not a single response to any of my many hundreds of application forms and letters I'd sent into companies all over the county, not even a rejection letter. I gathered as many clothes as I could find around the house, the gymslip my mother had worn to 'entertain' my father. I also found the panties she had worn; they were torn to shreds and stuffed in the bin in my parent's bedroom. Far too much information for an impressionable young girl to know about her parents as was the handcuffs that were still attached to the headboard of their bed.

I slept through the day until it was time for me to deliver the papers. I spotted Darren's car on his drive as well as his wife's car, I pushed the newspaper through their letterbox and went on with my delivery route at the vicarage I spotted Darren's car opposite the Patterson's house just the way it had been the day before at the end of my evening round.

Darren was sitting in the back of his car with the window wound down, I delivered the Patterson's paper and then walked over to talk to Darren through his open window, "Hi Vicky, I got such a rush this morning when my wife almost caught me in the house with you that I need a little more now, I'll give you fifteen pounds for a quick hand job."

Darren didn't want me to get in the car with him he wanted me to reach in through the window and wank him off. He hardly looked at me as I rubbed his cock rapidly; he was looking all around to see if anyone else was around. It was causing me discomfort reaching in the window, bending over like that so fortunately he climaxed quickly just as the Patterson's car turned into the lane leading to Dead End Cottage.

Darren handed me fifteen pounds before wiping his cock clean. He slipped out of the back of the car and walked across the road to chat with Mr Patterson, making it look like he was there to see them rather than to get wanked off by me.

I spent the evening with my parents, it was quite something to see the difference in their relationship that an evening of sex brought about, they were both happy, both loving towards each other, they couldn't do enough to please, not only each other but me as well. I went to bed early and got up early. For the first time in weeks I was waiting on the doorstep of the newsagent when the papers were delivered.

I actually delivered Darren's morning newspaper before he left for work and was finished by eight-thirty and walked back to Darren's house to have a coffee and a chat with Clair just as she had asked me to the day before.

Clair was still in her nighty when I got there, I made the coffee while she dressed. We sat in the living room to drink our coffee and Claire smiled at me, then she said, "I had a long conversation with Mandy Fletcher yesterday as well as a few of the other village wives that sometimes...'work out'...with us, we all agreed that the village needed a local girl, living in the village to look after our men folk that have needs that their wives would rather not help them out with."

I furrowed my brow, I was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you like sex with men, well, probably only boys so far but they are the same as men only smaller. You're looking for a job, something that pays well and that you enjoy doing so why not become the village whore?"

People had often called me a whore in the past but that was only because I went through lots boys in a very short time, not because I had sex for money, well, until two days ago that was.

"The thing is, the store room over the grocery store isn't really needed any more and we can rent it as a flat, you could even live there if you like instead of just using it for 'work'. It only needs cleaning out and a touch of paint. If you like the idea, we can go round there when we finish our coffee, the other wives who want someone to keep their husband's happy will join us there, they'll help us get the place ready, they'll give you the low-down on what their husbands like to do, their little kinks and perversions and hopefully you can be up and running in your own business in a week. I can teach you the laws that you have to work within so that you don't get busted or closed down. If you can keep things low-key there's no reason that you can't work for many years keeping our husbands off of our backs."

The old store room above the grocery hop had been the living space for the owners until they made enough money to move out to a large detached house on the edge of the village. I knew the owner and his wife, they'd run the shop since before I was born so it came as a surprise when the grocer's wife openly said that if I looked after her husband for one hour a week she would count that as the rent having been paid in full.

I didn't really understand prostitution, Claire helped me with all kinds of things, the first thing she did for me was to take me to a medical centre to register me as a sex worker, my name for the purposes of registration was Candy, I was given a thorough medical examination and a monthly appointment plan. I was given birth control injections, the committee of wives had insisted on that, no one wanted their husband's sprigging a bastard to float around the village reminding everyone what was going on, I was also given a large box of condoms, there were three gross of condoms, if I needed more before the next month I'd have to buy my own. The clinic obviously thought that ten fucks a day were enough for anyone.

I think that Mandy Fletcher provided the king-sized bed that would be my office furniture; other wives provided rugs, bedding and a sofa and at one point there were eight women painting and cleaning around the flat. I had to give a week's notice at the newsagents, that wasn't a problem, there was a constant stream of boys going in there asking for part time work, I just needed to give the new boy a quick tour around my three delivery rounds and I was free to take up my new job opportunity.

My new bed was tried out for the first time on Friday evening when I paid Paul, my friend from the Evening Standard, for his help with finding out what was worrying Darren. On Monday, my first customer in the flat was the grocer, coming to collect his first week's rent and after him I was in full swing. I would have thought that the women of the village would be just a little jealous because their husbands were spending time fucking me but far from it, I was grasped to the bosom of village social life, if any events were planned in the day time I was always invited. I was also invited to weddings, christenings, birthday parties and all seasonal parties such as Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day and Halloween.

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