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Authors: Kendall Swan

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Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! (2 page)

 

“Overall, great. I’m safe. I
make great money. Now the people are nice. I get paid to do what I
love—what’s not to love?”

 

“Do you see yourself doing
this forever?”

“Forever, no. For a while,
yes. I know that I will age and won’t be able to make the same
amount. But hey, maybe I’ll have better skills by then. I don’t
know. Some of the girls have set goals in mind. I haven’t thought
that far ahead. I just like having sex. And I think I’m good at it.
That’s enough for now, I guess.”

 

“Well, thank you so much for
your time, Annabelle. With your permission, I might be dropping in
to watch you in action with a ‘John’ if you don’t mind.”

 

“No, no, please. All my guys
would love to have a beautiful girl watch them perform. I’m sure
they’ll ask you to join in. That’s what always happens.”

 

[Annabelle leans in and
gives me a quick kiss on the lips. As she pulls back, her hand that
was around my head lightly brushes my breast. I pretend I don’t
notice my nipple hardening.]

 

 

 

Janet

 

Janet is the oldest
prostitute working here. At 37, she has been a sex worker for over
20 years. Age has been kind to her and she still looks stunning.
She’s tall and has dirty blonde hair that has loose waves and flows
over her shoulders. Her tan skin does not have the dewy plumpness
of a 20 year old but it also isn’t leathery or freckled. She is
lean and muscled. Her fake breasts are quite large and featured
well in her red lace negligee. She has on a matching thong, bra,
and heels.

 

We are in her room that has
tan walls and bamboo plants throughout. There are many green plants
on her dresser and each end table. She also has a treadmill folded
up in the corner.

 

A china cabinet is in the
corner of the room full of beautiful champagne flutes and adorned
wine glasses. The tip of a black feather boa sticks out under her
closet door. We sit on her bed, me leaning against the head board.
She lays on her side across the foot of the bed propping her head
up with her hand. Her other arm is draped across her
waist.

 

“I heard you have been
hooking for over 20 years. Is that true?” I ask.

 

“You heard right. 21 years.
I started when I was sixteen. I dropped out of high school. We were
real poor growing up and there was no money for anything. I didn’t
make any kind of real money for many years. But at the time I
thought I was a queen. I had more money than either of my parents.
I was able to help them out. I had three younger brothers and
sisters. They needed clothes and books.”

 

“Did they ever know what you
did?”

 

“Not back then. When they
were older, yeah, but not when they were kiddos. My parents did a
good job of covering. They didn’t tell anybody what I did. They
would say I was in sales for a magazine company. They didn’t
disapprove, though. I think they were happy I wasn’t pregnant by
some teenager.”

 

“Is pregnancy an issue—or
has it been for you personally?”

 

“It can be an issue. I mean
all the girls are on the pill and have every kind of contraceptive
available for mandatory use. But accidents do happen. It’s a risk.
It did happen to me one time when I was 24. I didn’t even know I
was pregnant. Then I had all these pains when I was getting here
one day. Then the bleeding started. Turns out I was having a
miscarriage and I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I’m thankful,
though. I didn’t have to agonize over a choice. God took care of it
for me.”

 

[Janet sits up and scoots up
to sit next to me by the head board. I notice her nipples have been
hard the entire time we have been speaking.]

 

“Your nipples have been hard
for awhile. Are you turned on or is it because of the fake
breasts?” I ask.

 

“The breasts, unfortunately.
They were the best investment I ever made. But the true cost wasn’t
the dollars, it was my nipples. They aren’t sensitive anymore. The
upside is they can be sucked forever without bothering me. It
didn’t used to be like that.”

 

“Is it difficult being one
of the older prostitutes working here?”

 

“Not at all. I still got it.
Men want beauty and adoration. Sometimes they want innocence which
I can fake. But I haven’t had any complaints. Men still pick me.
And they love that I can do some things the other girls can’t. And
I don’t have all that drama. Life is too short for that. It’s all
the drugs and too much partying that brings all that
drama.”

 

“You don’t
“party”?

 

“Oh, I’ll drink and have a
good time with the group. But a couple of the girls are hard core.
And they do different stuff in their car or sneak it in here in
their bathrooms. I stay away from all that. It ruins your body. And
your soul. My body is in good shape because I have taken care of
it. And men appreciate that. I suppose I’m kind of old fashioned.
And I suppose that is to be expected given my age.

 

“But like I said, I still
got it. I used to get offers to be in porn but I never did it
because that’s about the audience, not the person or people you are
with. It’s very technical for the audience. I need that connection
with another person. That’s how I get pleasure and in turn am able
to give pleasure. And I love giving pleasure. God put me on earth
to make people happy and that is what I do. Why people think this
should be illegal, I don’t know.”

 

“You mention men frequently.
Do you ever have parties with another woman involved or are you
against that?”

 

[Janet smiles a sly smile.
She immediately grabs my hand that is holding my notebook and
places it on her crotch. She pushes my middle finger passed the
lining of her thong and into her wet pussy. I am taken aback by
this action and inhale sharply. She holds my hand there when I try
to pull it away.]

 

“You need to get the full
experience of being in a brothel, of what it is to be serviced. I’m
sure everyone who works here would be glad to give you a sample of
what they have to offer. Let me start. I won’t force you. But if
you let me take care of you, I promise you won’t regret it,” Janet
whispers to me while staring into my eyes.

 

“It’s just…I’m a journalist.
I can’t be involved in the story,” I stammer.

 

“This is an expose, right?
Pretend like your undercover. It won’t be a well rounded story
unless you get the full effect of what us sex workers have to
offer. What if you think it’s not a good deal for the money--- that
would be hook. What if you think we should charge more? What if you
experience something you never have before—wouldn’t that be worth
it for the story? This is for the story.”

 

Janet is rubbing my hand
around her wet pussy now. Her other hand has reached under my shirt
and bra and is fiddling with one of my nipples. She leans in and
her lips caress mine for a moment before pressing harder. Wetness
fills my mouth and pussy as I succumb to her tongue and my own
desire. My other hand reaches over to her ample breast and cups it.
I don’t normally make out with women but I am open to the
experience and my body is clearly responding to her
touch.

 

She stops and reaches over
to lift up my tank top. She reaches around and unclasps my bra. My
pert breasts hang free. She leans down to suck on one nipple while
pushing my breasts together. She stops and comes back up to kiss
me, hard. She is straddling me and both of her hands are running
through my short brown hair. She rubs her crotch against mine a
couple of times then sits up on her knees and lifts up one of her
breasts to place a nipple in my mouth.

 

I make eye contact with her
and she smiles. She leans forward forcing her nipple in my mouth
more and I suck it. I remember she said she couldn’t get
over-sensitized and I bite it to test that. She smiles but doesn’t
pull back. My hands are around her smooth and toned ass and I am
licking all around her nipple. Her hands are rubbing my scalp and
caressing my cheeks.

 

Janet pulls back and scoots
down the bed towards my feet. She grabs the top of my shorts
without undoing them and pulls down. The action pulls my body down
the bed so I am lying instead of sitting. She unbuttons my shorts
and pulls them along with my panties down and off. I am naked lying
on her bed.

 

She pushes my thighs apart
and her head goes towards my crotch. Her hot, wet tongue gently
touches my clit. Slowly, keeping her tongue soft, she begins moving
it around. Then she slides two fingers through my outer lips into
my canal. She twists her wrist and then slowly pulls them out. She
lunges them back in roughly causing me to lift my head up. Janet
has a sly smile on her face. “Sorry,” she says and goes back to
gentle movements. I can see her ass pointing up in the air. The red
lace thong strap disappearing into her crack. Her tongue is moving
faster around my clit now and I’m having trouble concentrating. I
want to take everything in—everything she is doing to me and how
she looks doing it.

 

She abruptly stops and pulls
her fingers out. She grabs my hips and pulls me even further down
the bed. She crawls off the edge and lines my pussy up with the
edge of the foot of the bed. She kneels on her knees and continues
where she left off. Relief floods my body as her tongue and fingers
get to work again. I find myself grabbing my own breasts and
arching my body. “You’re a fast one,” she says and pulls her
fingers out.

 

She reaches under the bed
for something that I can’t see and then I hear a buzzing sound and
feel something huge and cold entering my pussy. Her tongue gently
massages my clit as she works the vibrator inside of me. It is
larger than anything I’ve ever felt before. The buzzing, her
tongue, and the vibrator’s massive size bring me to a level of
complete sensation. I feel tense and more turned on at the same
time.

 

It takes me a minute to get
used to it. I do and my body relaxes slowly. Her tongue is making
small circles around my clit now and she has subtly begun to move
the vibrator around inside me, twisting and angling it. I look down
and see her expertly taking care of me. I close my eyes and relax
into the feelings and my hips begin slowly moving up and down with
her rhythm for the vibrator.

 

She begins moving the
vibrator in and out of my while still twisting and tilting. My
pussy muscles clench and ache each time she pulls it out.
Satisfaction returns each time she pushes it back in. Though I am
naked, I feel very warm and find myself wondering if there is a fan
in her room. Before I can say anything, she has pulled the vibrator
out and has pushed her pointed tongue inside my pussy lips. The
hotness and supple feel of her tongue contrasts with the hard
vibrator. She’s rubbing my clit vigorously with two fingers and
pushes the vibrator back in my vagina. The push wasn’t as forceful
as before with her fingers, but it did surprise me.

 

She is thrusting it faster
now and I feel my body arching as the pleasure builds inside my
womb. She must feel my inner muscles clenching the vibrator even
harder because she increases the tempo of her tongue and the
thrusts. Her tongue is no longer soft and malleable. It is now the
point she slipped in my lips. Its wet sharpness plays with my now
erect clitoris, bouncing it back and forth. I feel the immediate
awareness that comes from pleasure, pressure, and need for release
building up inside my entire body. Slowly I am carried up the
mountain of pleasure before I’m abruptly pushed over the edge and
tumble down clumsily. Orgasm racks my body causing me to shake
throughout as if I’m having an epileptic fit. It slowly dies down
and my clit is still visibly erect through my outer lips and
slightly numb.

 

“See, that’s what a
professional can do. You wouldn’t want your article to be missing
that element would you?” Janet says with a wink.

 

 

 

Check out Part 2 of our
series: Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed]

 

 

 

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Thank you for your
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Kendall Swan

 

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About the Author:

Kendall Swan is a stay at
home mom and wife in north Texas. She loves writing, reading, and
experimenting with erotica. She is an advocate of sexual expression
and sexual exploration as a therapeutic tool and a basic necessity
for a happy life. When she's not writing or wrangling children,
she's researching (and occasionally traveling to) new locales for
her stories

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