First report
Of course, she did not intend to work on this path - the potential employer in the end was expected to have an impudently turned up nose and a statement about too low prices. She easily phoned one of these establishments, taking the phone number from the advertisement that was lying on the boss’s desk, and made an appointment.
- Baby, are you on the ad?
- Yes!
- Sit down!
Katya didn’t count on this. I thought we’d chat on the street, if it works, I’ll record it on a tape recorder, but no, I’ll remember it, add it to the rest, and the material is ready. Now she was sitting next to a very large uncle of about thirty-five with a rough face, adorned with a huge birthmark on his cheek, and baldly shaved hair in a car that was driving somewhere quite quickly. In the back seat sat a woman in a headscarf and dark glasses, whom Katya didn’t even really see.
- Oh, where are we going?
- In the office, of course, who negotiates a job on the sidewalk? We have a reputable company. But there is something I would like to know now. What is your name?
- Katya
- Age?
- Twenty-two...
However, now let's talk more specifically.
The car stopped and Katya, slightly pushed by the big man, entered the entrance, guarded by a gloomy concierge. The office was located in a vast Stalinist apartment with high ceilings and corridors adapted for driving a tank. The woman sat down at the office desk with a brand new computer, the big man plopped down on a chair by the door, and Katya remained standing. The woman examined her closely, and there was something to see. Katya was quite a striking girl (slender, gray-eyed, with luxurious brown hair, a neat small nose, a beautifully defined mouth, legs “from the ears”, a pronounced waist, beautiful hips and strong high breasts of the third size), and besides, when getting ready for the “interview”, she worked quite boldly with makeup.
-Have you lived with men before? — asked the lady, clearly the owner of the salon. -
- Yes...
- And for money?
- Not yet...
- What can you do? Classic, oral, anal, striptease, lesbian, role-playing games?
- Actually, it’s just classics and a little striptease... (for the sake of her beloved, Katyusha, in her third year, went to a strip dance school for two months and really learned something).
- You’re not rich, you won’t earn much right away.
Katya answered questions automatically, like a robot, and only one thing was itching in her head:
- “Wouldn’t you get in trouble?” What can you come up with? How to leave? — and only the last remark reminded her of the purpose of the whole adventure. Since you pretend that you want to work as a prostitute, the question of money should come first. How interested she would ask
- And what can I count on?
- So far, judging by your answers, sixty to seventy bucks an hour. Half of them go to the establishment. If you have more skills, your clients will like you - you can do more. As we know, there are no limits to perfection. So, now a passport! Yeah, really, twenty-two, really Katya, the registration is just great.
- You know, - Katya began to put into action her plan for an honorable retreat - actually, I was counting on other conditions...
- Baby, now for your sake I can open the websites of all the brothels in our city, and you will see what incompetents like you get there. But you’re lucky, you’ve found a good place, I think in just three days your price will double, and in a week you’ll only be serving VIP clients. Vodka and condoms, by the way, be sure to try to use them, at the expense of the establishment. You pay for the food and prepare it yourself,” the hostess, cooing mellifluously, continued to closely examine the girl.
- “My name is Zoya Alexandrovna, you can just call me Mom Zoya, you’ll like it here,” and immediately, without transition, abruptly, “Undress!”
- No, I can’t do it right away, I need to think...
- Me too, you ask for a job, set conditions, I have to see the product in person! Take off your sundress!
Under Zoya’s gaze, Katya numbly unbuttoned the buttons of her sundress one by one and, shivering under the gaze, took it off, awkwardly squeezing it in her hands. She remained in thong panties, a light bra (beautiful lingerie has always been Katya’s weakness) and black stockings, which she put on only to create the image of a corrupt woman. Judging by the look of the big man at the door, the image was a success.
- Hanger on the right! - Zoya’s voice is sharp as a whip.
- Now turn around. You said something about striptease, but I don’t see your talents yet!
Just as distantly, automatically, Katya made a graceful pirouette and mannerly shrugged her shoulder, remembering her past science.
- This is good, very good, now take off your underwear!
- This is not me, this is not happening to me, I stand on the sidelines and watch all this myself! — All this was spinning in Katya’s head while she, with memorized movements, exposed her wonderful plump breasts, and then lowered her panties from her hips and, finally, turned to Zoya in all her glory, effectively kicking those same panties right on the monitor. She stood up gracefully, putting her leg aside, playfully shook her head, smiled invitingly... And then, blushing like a lobster, she covered her graceful shaved slit and breasts with her hands.
- Good! Perhaps you can immediately reach seventy! - With these words, Katya’s passport went into the safe, the door of which immediately slammed shut and the key turned in it.
- That's it, you've been accepted, go and work! — Zoya’s hand clearly pointed to the door to the next room, from behind which came the sounds of women’s voices, laughter, the sound of music and the clinking of glass.
- But I’m not ready yet, I need to think, please return my passport to me! — But as soon as Katya tried to get dressed and leave, the big man at the door came to life.
- Gennady, figure it out! - at this signal, like a shepherd dog at the “front” signal, he quickly appeared next to Katya and even faster struck her in the solar plexus.
- You've turned pale, baby! — and then two sharp slaps in the face. — And don’t cry, the clients won’t like you!
And when the naked beaten girl somehow caught her breath, finally realizing how stuck she was, a new strict order followed:
- On your knees, bitch! — Gennady’s hands pressed her to the floor like two rails.
- Now unbutton Gennady’s pants, like this, take out your dick! Faster, whore! Now jerk him off!
-?!
- Move your fist back and forth, and more gently, more gently!
- Kiss him! Yes, not Gennady, but his bolt! That's it, now lick his frenulum with your tongue, very good, more, more, continue!
Since they are making concessions on your salary, you will have to improve your qualifications like crazy. Well, isn't it scary? Now wrap your lips around it and suck it gently, just don’t bite it!
Katya had never done this even with her boyfriend, dear Dimochka, with whom she lost her virginity just six months ago after four years of dating. And so she sucked the dick in a brothel of a completely unfamiliar and rather bestial guard. The summer heat had done its job - Gennady’s dignity and his surroundings were tartly fragrant with sweat and something else unfamiliar and tantalizing. And, despite all the horror and despair that gripped her, Katyusha began to experience some strange excitement. The girl was very modest, brought up in strict rules, she experienced a peculiar morbid interest in sex and corrupt love. No, she never intended to do this herself, but to listen about it, read about it, see it on the screen... And now she does what was a complete taboo for her just half an hour ago.
Suddenly the excitement increased dramatically. Zoya Alexandrovna approached the girl, captivated by the first blowjob in her life, from behind, sat down and began to very gently and skillfully caress her defenseless vagina with her hand. Katya's chest began to heave frequently, her breath was now taken away not only from the penis, which was rapidly swelling in her mouth and rushing down her throat, but also from the creeping orgasm. And everything that happened was carefully recorded by a web camera.
- Like this, Katenka, like this, like it, are you leaking already? Stop sucking this idiot for nothing. It's time to make money! Get up, grab your panties and bra, put them on! No, it’s not like that, we’ll let your tits out, the client should see your wonderful nipples in all their glory. Here, have a glass of cognac and let's go!
Katya, no longer understanding anything, drank the offered “glass” (in fact, it was a hefty wine glass, half filled) and, staggering, walked, drawn by Zoya, who was holding her tightly by the elbow.
- This can’t be, it’s not me, I’m dreaming, - only this was spinning in her head
- Nothing, you’ll work for me for a couple of weeks, and then decide for yourself if you don’t like it - good riddance! - Mistress Kate cooed.
In the next room near the makeshift bar, a noisy bunch of half-dressed girls in makeup were crowding. When they saw Zoya, they fell silent and looked in her direction together.
- Girls, welcome the new girl! Her name is Katya.
Following them, Gennady burst in with some two respectable guys. Zoya reacted with lightning speed.
- Girls, let's line up, the clients have arrived.
And in front of the completely stiff Katya, the girls really depicted some semblance of a line. As they say, toe to toe, nipple to nipple. Two girls dragged Katya there too.
At this time Zoya was advertising the product to customers in full force.
- Hello, are you new to us? Please choose girls. Maybe one, maybe several. What would you like, please - a blonde, a brunette, or maybe better yet, a redhead? Look what breasts our Mashenka has! Vera, turn around, show your wonderful ass, look how cute it is! But Valyusha is an expert in giving blowjobs, wouldn’t you like it? And inexpensive, only 150 bucks per hour.
One of the clients was seduced by Masha’s bust and left with her. The second one was thinking, looking at the girls with oily eyes. Bald with Lenin’s huge forehead, framed by black-gray bushes of hair, hook-nosed, dark-skinned, he was immediately associated with all sorts of all-Union granaries, all-Union health resorts, barbecues, Lezginka, ice-cold Khvanchkara, fragrant Ani and healthy Borjomi. In general, a typical “person of Caucasian nationality” is about fifty years old; according to Katyushin’s concepts, he is an ancient old man.
Painful thoughts on the client’s forehead led Zoya to the desired conclusion.
The neighbors pushed Katya out of line, and the silent client began to literally examine her, like a seasoned horse dealer. He walked around from all sides, looked at her possessively, felt her chest (Katya shuddered and began to blush), her butt (the reddening process accelerated), finally asked her to open her mouth and even looked there.
He grabbed Katya’s bottom with his fat palm, overgrown with thick hair, and looked around questioningly.
Together with the client, Katya found herself in a small room with a double bed, a bedside table, a chair and a mirror, lit by a small pink flashlight. The client sat down heavily on the bed and stared at the silently standing girl.
- Undress, can you undress beautifully?
Some kind of slow song was playing outside the door (however, the music was generally soft and intimate, probably to put the employees and visitors of the establishment in the right mood). And for the second time in just half an hour, Katya gracefully undressed in front of a complete stranger. And, although she always tried to think of herself in the third person, her cheeks burned. But at the same time, the excitement awakened by Zoya’s first blowjob and caresses in her life quietly smoldered somewhere in the lower abdomen, at the tips of the nipples, between the shoulder blades.
The client, having had enough of admiring the girl, grunted, stood up jerkily and began, wheezing, stroking her breasts, twisting her nipples, butt, back, slit... The smoldering excitement began to flare up. The Caucasian's sniffling was complemented by the intermittent sighs of a modest girl, who was rapidly turning into a prostitute not only de jure, but also de facto. She herself undressed him to the waist and, embarrassed, looked at his trousers.
-Are you afraid? No need to be afraid! Look what a dick! Meet him!
He pulled his manhood out of his fly, next to which the assets of dear Dimochka and the big guy Gennady were incomparable. The client's gun peeked out from the odorous thickets like a boar's snout or a heavy howitzer.
- Take him down!
Under the gaze of the client’s oily eyes, she knelt down and tried to repeat what Zoya and Gennady had just hardworkingly taught her. True, now, unable to resist, she jerked off the Asian’s penis with only one hand, and with the other she alternately caressed her breasts and her already openly leaking pussy. As soon as her lips closed on the penis, its happy owner leaned back, rolled his eyes, and grabbed the back of the girl’s head with his hands, trying to impale her on his mouth as hard as possible. At the same time, he decided that a blowjob, after all, was a reason for getting to know each other, and wheezed:
- Katya, my name is Samir!
The cognac, which she hated, and the penis, brazenly rushing somewhere into the depths of her throat, almost made her sick, but, fortunately, Samir preferred not only oral sex. As soon as his penis stood completely, the Caucasian man grabbed Katya’s breasts with his palms, lifted her and briefly ordered:
- Sadys!
He sat and leaned back on the bed, dangling his legs, only pulling a pillow under him. Katyusha, accustomed by her boyfriend only to the missionary position, took the position of a cowgirl with some caution. The stake on which the pussy was to be impaled was too large. She is careful
- Katya, work! — Samir’s hands began to set the pace for her. And Katya started working. At first slowly, and then faster and faster, she rode on the Caucasian’s mighty bitch. He grunted happily. Sweaty hands moved from her hips to the girl’s chest, then he began to caress her back and buttocks with one hand, and massage her clitoris with the other. Still, I realized that a prostitute is also a person. Katya came again.
Samir continued his experiments. Now Katya was asked to stand on the bed on all fours. She did this with relief; her legs, especially her hips, were already tired and aching. Emptyness and detachment still reigned in my head. She still acted like a zombie and therefore at first did not pay attention to Samir’s manipulations. And he, having placed the girl in doggy style and grabbed her hips, first continued to explore the depths of her vagina, but then his palm began to spank and stroke Katyusha’s buttocks.
And then his skillful fingers began to suspiciously manipulate near her virgin anus. Katya only realized when the Caucasian’s slobbering finger penetrated her ass and began massaging it.
- No, please don’t, dear Samir, please, I don’t want to! I can't!
- We can teach you, we will force you! — Samir quoted the old pioneer rule and inserted a second finger into Katya’s ass, and then a third. At the same time, he continued to skillfully fuck her pussy so that she, writhing with passion, came for the third time. At that moment, the cunning Asian spat deliciously right into her second hole, and then began to slowly insert his penis. The condom, having lost its factory lubricant, nevertheless slid quite easily - it was generously lubricated with the girl’s secretions.
At first Katya fought on Samir’s stake like a butterfly impaled on a pin, but he slowly and inevitably impaled her up to the balls once, twice, three times. The friction became more and more frequent, the girl moaned, tears splashed from her eyes, but the client’s strong paws did not let go of her waist, and the penis moved with the persistence of a piston in a motor. Gradually the pain subsided and other sensations appeared. In addition, Katya, continuing to assess the situation in a detached manner, realized that within just an hour and a half, she, a decent girl, a journalist, managed to become a prostitute and master oral and anal sex.
- So what next? — she thought coldly, “After all, I have already fallen below any limit. I became a dirty prostitute and am servicing some Caucasian. What a shame! And Zoya said that I would be stuck here for at least two weeks! A-a-a-ah! - She came again, and this time together with Samir. His club, shrinking in size like an icicle in the sun, slipped out of her butt. Her butt ached, Katya was lucky that she couldn’t see what her anus had become, reddened and dilated.
- Slobbery, he's so dirty! — Самир стащил отработанный презерватив, бросил его в мусорную корзину в углу и грустно смотрел на член, покрытый потёками желтовато-белого семени, а у основания — и её выделениям, в том числе из попы.
— Оближи, а! Ну, что тебе стоит, ти его уже сосала!
Катя вновь покраснела, хотя полагала, что уже ничто не заставит её краснеть. Ведь то, что она сосала до того, было хотя бы относительно чистым. А теперь вылизывать сперму, какашки… Ужас!
Но она покорно встала на колени и начала старательно вылизывать член и яйца Самира. А потом он попросил вылизать анус…
Дальше фантазии Самира были пресечены стуком в дверь.
— Эй, молодожены, время прошло. Надо либо доплачивать девочке, либо закругляться!
Самир торопливо схватил брюки, нервно ощупал в кармане портмоне, ещё раз взвесил на ладони Катину грудь, оделся и вышел. На тумбочке остались семьдесят баксов.
— Новенькая, не спи, замёрзнешь! Давай, подтирайся, подмывайся и выходи, клиенты пришли.
После этого Катя обслужила сразу двоих вьетнамцев (они наивно рассчитывали, что, взяв одну девушку на двоих, оплатят её как один клиент). Теперь Катя узнала, что такое групповуха. А третьему клиенту всего лишь хотелось посмотреть, как она мочится в баночку. А четвёртому…
Спустя три недели Катя принесла в редакцию репортаж, который потом вышел в пяти номерах газеты под названием «Две недели — в борделе. Наш спецкор в публичном доме!» Правда, в репортаже Катя скромно вывела себя горничной в заведении Зои. Зато на фотографиях, которые частью дарили клиенты, а часть по их же заказу делали Геннадий и двое других охранников, в трёх четвертях случаев фигурировало великолепное тело Катюши (глаза она предусмотрительно прикрыла в фотошопе пресловутыми черными прямоугольниками). Газеты с репортажем пошли нарасхват, тираж газетки вырос втрое.
Вечером, когда рабочий день уже заканчивался, редактор вызвал Катю.
— Вот гонорар от редакции, — Катя получила пухленький конвертик.
— А вот это от Зои Александровны, она весьма благодарна тебе за рекламу и говорит, что для тебя она всегда найдёт местечко, — второй конвертик был гораздо более пухлым (впрочем, всё равно и он не шёл в сравнение с тем, что Катя успела заработать всего за две недели).
— Катюша, я понимаю, вы были там горничной… Но… Вы не знаете, что бы могла сделать в этом заведении девушка за триста долларов? — на стол редактора легли три тёплые мятые бумажки
— Орал, анал, классика, стриптиз, куннилингус, золотой дождь, эротический массаж, тебя это устроит, котик? — Катя в привычном пируэте сняла сарафанчик
Когда её губки сомкнулись колечком на члене шефа, тот, перед выпадением в нирвану, вспомнил
— Да, а ты не хочешь подготовить материал о работе наших девушек в борделях за рубежом? Есть объявление…