Story Guidelines:  This story is told in the third person. This is my first attempt at writing a short story and I've chosen to use the "techno-thriller" method of storytelling. For those people not familiar with this method, it basically uses multiple characters to further the course of the story.

After suffering through a particularly tedious relationship, Andrea Howard had finally moved out of the flat that she had shared with her boyfriend.  When they had first met, she'd felt that she'd scored quite a coup by winning his attention over the other trash that had been competing for his affection.  However, for the last few months his constant suggestions that they have sex
together had worn at her until she could no longer stand it and so she left him.

At first Andrea revelled in the power that his constant pleading gave her over him. During the course of their relationship she had never allowed him to touch her sexually. Andrea considered sex to be completely disgusting. She had no intention of ever "doing it" until she was ready to have children and even then sparingly.

Luckily she'd found an all woman boarding house that rented out rooms relatively cheaply. Unfortunately the location was just around the corner from the red light district which explained the low rent. The housemother was quite strict and insisted on all the tenants being in bed with lights out strictly at 10pm and no male visitors whatsoever. Still it was a place to rest her head and it was clean so Andrea was happy.

Hurriedly walking back from work, Andrea was anxious to get back to her single room abode before curfew. Her path home took her through the red light district and she was momentarily and uncharacteristically curious about the residents of this seedy side of town. Passing a doorway framed by a large neon sign, advertising "Girls, Girls, Girls" she surreptitiously glanced in.

At the end of a shabby hallway, she saw an equally shabby waiting room.  In one corner of the room behind a counter and cash register, a set of stairs leading up to the "business area" was clearly visible.  A large sign on the counter front stated clearly "hours as advertised, no exceptions".  To reinforce the sign, a man the size of several medium sized trucks sat behind the counter. Several male clients were mulling around obviously awaiting the opening of business.

"Perverts!" muttered Andrea under her breath.

And then thinking of the women working in the establishment added "Sluts!"

The mere existence of women that sold their bodies for money repulsed her and she briefly wondered how any women could permit themselves to be used in such a degrading way by men. Especially men that they'd never met before.

Quickly turning the corner and jogging up the steps to her building, Andrea was pleased to be out of the blustery weather. Mrs Dean the housemother kept the building toasty warm such that there wasn't even a need to have a heater in the rooms.  Briefly nodding to the young man with sandy blonde hair at the front desk that was preparing to shut up for the night, Andrea hurried up the stairs to her 2nd floor room.

When she had first arrived she had toyed briefly over the possibility of getting involved with the young man but quickly discarded the idea.  Not that he wasn't good looking in a boyish sort of way but he wasn't her type.  On top of that he was probably like all the other males and wanted to put his "thing" in her.  The mere thought repulsed her and she had resolved then and there not to think about it further.

As per her usual routine, she showered in the communal bathroom.  Carefully examining herself naked in the small bathroom mirror she scrutinised every inch of her body. Andrea was almost perfectly happy with her body. The only imperfection on a perfect figure was a small blemish on the upper slope of her left breast that was shaped like a heart.

"Makes me look like a hooker" she mused and then instantly berated herself for making a comparison with such trashy women who sold their bodies for money.

Having brushed her teeth and combed her hair she then lay in bed to read for a while. Andrea usually tried to get in at least 15 minutes of reading before 10pm. It was mainly because Mrs Dean had an odd practice of switching off the main power at exactly that time so she had to go to sleep then regardless of whether she liked it or not.
 

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At exactly 10pm the young man at the front desk closed and bolted the front door. Walking over to the nearby fuse panel he flicked the switch marked UPPER FLOORS to the "OFF" position. Waiting a few minutes, he then turned a small timer dial on the heating system panel to 15 minutes. His tasks for the evening completed, he wandered off through a door behind the desk. "Just time enough to get some dinner before starting my next job." he thought.
 

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Back around the corner, business was starting to boom. The shabby little waiting room had filled to capacity with male clients eager to get in and "get in". Finally, the roadblock behind the counter relented and men almost literally threw their money at him in their haste to ascend the narrow staircase. Each man climbing the stairs clutched a small disk with a 3-digit number like it was gold.

There were only a certain number of disks and they quickly ran out. Those unlucky enough to miss out moped about in the small waiting room waiting their turn while their gleeful fellows rushed up the stairs out of sight.

One lucky punter was Harry Wright, a retail appliance salesman. Although not a bad looking man, Harry had never been lucky with women (actually he'd never been lucky with retail appliances either) but he'd had a small amount of luck when he'd literally "been one of the first in".

Quickly rushing through the door at the top of the stairs, he noted the time on the clock above the doorway at 10:30. Matching the door number with that printed on his disk, Harry nervously pushed the door open, and peered in.

The room was dark with an odd musky smell about it. There was almost no sound except the steady breathing coming from the bed. Almost timidly, Harry stepped over to the bed. The girl within was truly beautiful. Harry almost couldn't believe his luck. The bed had been turned down and the girl was fully visible from the waist up. She was wearing a transparent baby doll
nightie, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

With a growing sense of courage (and something else growing), Harry quickly divested himself of his street clothes and climbed into the bed. The girl mumbled something and snuggled in closer to him. The scent of her perfume almost overwhelmed him until he remembered his time limit and the human car crusher downstairs.

Exactly 45 minutes later, Harry staggered out of the room. He would have loved to stay longer but images of his body being torn apart limb from limb in the most unpleasant way possible made him punctual. The girl had been everything he had expected and more. Even after spending the best part of an hour with her he was reluctant to leave.

Slowly wandering back to the counter to hand in the numbered disk for the next lucky punter, Harry was already planning his next visit.
 
 

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Already halfway home, Harry's mind was still on his most recent encounter. When he'd entered the room the girl was obviously high on drugs or something and didn't acknowledge his presence. Her vacant, half-lidded eyes put Harry off slightly but after a moment he began to find it exciting. Harry remembered the words of his brother when he'd told him said that the girls were some of the best looking that he'd ever seen in a whorehouse.

Carefully enfolding her into his arms, he'd begun to fondle her breasts through the nightie. She had made no objection and in fact had thrust her chest forward into his cupping palm. Slowly gaining courage he began to fondle and then manually stimulate her pussy through her nightie until she became wet. Her body reacted automatically and she tossed slightly.

Carefully stripping the baby doll nightie from her still unresisting form Harry flipped it over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. With time quickly ticking over for him, Harry wasted no time in spreading her legs and climbing between them. Her breath came in pants and he was sure in her excited state that she'd have no problem taking him aboard.

With a massive thrust of his hips he drove his manhood deeply into her. The girl did not acknowledge his assault save with a single grunt through her parted lips. He couldn't believe how tight she was. It was almost as if she were a virgin. But that couldn't be "otherwise she wouldn't be a whore" mused Harry.

Over the next 45 minutes Harry had used her in many different positions. Her beautiful face, unblemished skin and perfect figure turned Harry on immensely and he made sure he definitely got every cent of his monies worth out of the encounter.

Almost home, he wondered how such a beautiful woman could sell her body for money. His thoughts were lost in the young beauty with the heart shape tattoo on her left breast. Shaking off his pensive mood he muttered dismissively "sluts!" and pulled into his driveway.
 

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On the other side of the red light district a young sandy haired blonde young man was finishing his next shift. Bolting the front door of another of Mrs Deans boarding houses, he turned off the electrical power to the rooms and set the timer for the gas. "Mrs Deans really is smart being able to invent a gas which leaves the girls compliant but with no memory of their activities
in the morning." cogitated the young man. Fifteen minutes later another whorehouse was open for business.

The young man smiled as he pulled one of the small disks from his pocket. Not only did he get first pick but he also got all night. It didn't make up for the crummy wages he got but it went a long way. Plus he got a new girlfriend every night that didn't try to use the headache excuse on him.

THE END