Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Not exactly a rape story, but you might still enjoy it.
Whore House
Part 1
“Enter!”
The young woman following the barked command, stepped through the door into the office. Even if that was to grandiose a name of the back room with it’s linoleum floor, and cheap wooden wall paneling. If she was honest to herself she was surprised by it’s cleanliness. In her imagination it had always shown up much seedier. It was furnished with some metal filing cabinets, a large wooden desk and swivel chair. The later filled by Mr. Marlowe, manager of this establishment, again a departure from what she had expected, but what she saw was a man equally obsessed with hitting the gym as drinking beer. The beer seemed to be slightly ahead, as was proclaimed by the slight pouch on an otherwise very solidly built physique. Powerful arms stretched the sleeves of his black t-shirt, which he wore over simple black slacks. His face was strong, with a square chin, giving him a brutish look. The gray eyes spoke of a cunning intelligence only furthering the impression of danger. His hair must have been receding, but instead of hiding beginning baldness he had gone the machismo route and shaved his whole scalp clean. All together Marlowe left the impression that he wasn’t a man to cross.
Now the gray eyes took in her appearance, the shoulder length platinum blond hair, the bright red lip stick, lingering on the tight pink top, pressing her breasts upwards, and the short denim skirt, pantyhose clad legs and sneakers. He made no effort of concealing where his eyes were lingering during this inspection.
“My name is Marlowe, I run this place, I was told you wanted to talk with me?”
She stepped closer and stretched out her hand, which he did not take until she dropped it to her side.
“Yes my name is Tina Wilcox, I’m looking for a job and have heard that you are hiring women …”
“You heard wrong, I don’t hire women, I hire whores.”
She flushed red
“Does the word offend you? If the word alone offends you the job isn’t going to work for you. I prefer to get the unnecessary pretense out of the way right form the get go. I do not run an escort service, or call girls. Lucky Charlies is a Whorehouse, and one of the finest in Texas if I may say so. So does the word offend you?”
“It isn’t one of my favorite words, but yes that is what I have heard about the job. I desperately need money, and I need it more quickly than I can earn it doing tables.” she replied only a slight tremor in her voice.
“Have you worked in our business before?”
“Not exactly, but I’m familiar with the general requirements.”
He shook his head mumbling something like “Oh, one of those again.” before saying louder “Show me your arms!”
she stepped even closer holding them out “Why do you want to see them?”
“Because young women who urgently need a lot of money, have frequently a drug problem. I don’t hire anybody with needle marks.” He inspected both arms closely, but released them upon finding no puncture marks.
He held out his hand “As you have come informed, I assume you have seen the local health board physician for the clean bill of health?”
Tina Wilcox produced the examination report from the doctor, it had been surprisingly difficult for her to visit the doctor for a general check up, as she had been required to inform him what kind of employment she intended to take. The time in his chair had felt interminable, and his probing questions concerning her history of past venereal diseases been outright humiliating. But in the end he had certified her to be in good health and informed her the county required re-certification every month.
Marlowe glance over it, nodding approvingly. “That all seems to be in order. get naked.”
“Excuse me?” Tina asked
“Take of your clothes, some people might buy the cat int he bag, I’m not one of them. I can’t offer you a job without having seen if you are meeting the standards of this establishment. I will have to see all your assets. Clothed you look acceptable, tits could be bigger, but they will do.”
“Is this really necessary?”
“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself three times, the door is behind you, if this simple task is to complicated there is no room for you here.”
Part 2
“No” Tina’s voice took a resigned tone “I think I can see your point, it just surprised me.”
Marlowe kept his silence.
She got out of her seat, and kicked her shoes off. Standing with her nylon-clad feet on the linoleum floor, and pondered the age old question what to reveal first. Not wanting to give Marlowe any more ideas of her being a prude, she decided to be daring and unzipped her skirt revealing a pair of red bikini panties. It also showed Marlowe that his thought of pantyhose had been wrong, what she did wear was a pair of garter-less stockings. and a nice bit of pale flash between stocking and red satiny material.
As she looked over to Marlowe he rotated his index finger in a go on motion. So she grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. The bra that encased her breasts was a match to the panties. Just as she was pulling the top over her face she heard Marlowe speak “I like your taste in underwear, that will suit you fine if you hire on, bold colors in silk are much more practical than lacy nothings. I also like how the low cups hug your tits. Good presentation.”
Tina struggled a bit to get the top of, wondering what kind of man was talking like this. then remembering where she stood, she knew, a professional peddler in flesh. Her flesh if she allowed it. Finally with the top of she lowered herself back on the chair and began removal of her stockings.
“No please keep those on, they don’t hide your legs, and add to the overall impression.”
“Okay, if you wish”
She got back up took a deep breath and unhooked her bra shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. To her surprise she didn’t feel ashamed showing her naked breast to a strange man, she liked her puppies, she knew men liked them too, so there was nothing to be afraid of. She proudly pressed her chest out. Her breasts were perky and tipped by little brown nipples.
Marlowe looked at them apparently unimpressed “Not bad, you won’t find any work in the movie business with those, but for here they will work, some men prefer smaller natural breasts over big silicone tits anyhow. Size?”
“34B” Tina knew he wasn’t interested in her 5′ 2″ height with this question
“And how old are you?”
“I’ll be twenty six in November”
“Not bad tone for that age, would you please bounce up and down once”
She did feeling utterly ridiculous, feeling her chest moving along in a very unladylike fashion.
“Good, now get rid of the knickers. It’s time to let the kitten out of the bag”
She hooked her thumbs into the side of the panties pushing them down and letting them fall to her ankles.
“Good right to business, not trying to stretch things out like a stripper. I like that.”
He openly looked at her crotch where two dark strips of hair formed a V shape pointing straight to her sex. Even from this distance he could see the inner lips slightly peeking out.
“Interesting style for the design, you did this yourself?”
“Yes I shaved it this morning.”
“Excellent, that means the muscle memory is still fresh and you can take the rest of the fuzz off. You are going bald”
“But why, I have glanced at the pictures in the lobby, some of the other women have pubic hair.” She protested, cutting even this much off had pained her.
“Men don’t mind being fooled by bottle blondes, but they hate getting their nose pushed in that their illusion is false by dark hair at the cunt of their chosen blonde. Bald cunts allow everybody to keep up pretense. Customer satisfaction is our prime goal at Lucky Charlie’s , you do understand that right?” The eyes were cold as ice.
“Yes sir, I can see that.” Tina answered demurely
Marlowe got up from his chair and walked around the desk and looked at Tina from all angles. She felt like a piece of meat on the butchers block, judged for it’s juiciness. Once done he stopped behind her, and spoke out quietly but not brooking any objection.
“Bend over, hands onto the desk!”
“Is this really necessary?” She asked, but already bending over at the waist. Causing her breasts to hang down freely.
“Yes it is, it’s the final part of the interview.” he stepped closers and kicked her feet apart. She heard the sound of a zipper, the rustling of cloth as his pants dropped. And then the warm hardness against her entirely unprepared sex. She thought of protesting, slapping his face and running out. But that would be hypocritical, she had entered this office with the intention of selling her body. Marlowe was just claiming his pound of flesh.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto his cock. It hurt her, and she groaned in pain. He continued to pump into her changing his grip from her hips to the back of her neck. controlling how far she would be bent over, while he continued to fuck her over. The expression came into her mind and she giggled for a moment at the ridiculousness of the situation. She could feel that he wasn’t wearing a condom. big risk as he had studied her officially certified clean bill of health a few minutes ago. She was certain he would be blowing his load into her unprotected womb any moment. But instead he suddenly withdrew and pushed her to the floor pointing at his still erect cock.
“Clean it up, after all it’s all your mess sticking to it.”
She understood and settled on her knees, cupping his balls and carefully fold her lips over his fairly average cock. Making a slurping sound as she took all of it in her mouth. Applying her tongue rather skillfully. Until she felt the familiar tremor of his shaft, and the explosion of salty sperm in her mouth. Which she dutifully swallowed.
Marlowe stepped back, pulled up his pants, and settled back in his chair.
“You can get dressed now, if you want you have the job. Let me say this that was rather skillfull, and very stupid. ”
“What?” Tina blurted out. Looking even more ludicrous as she was doing this still naked on her knees groping for her clothes.
Part 3
“You just received 250$ worth of education” Marlowe said
“And you are now expecting me to pay you?” Tina gasped.
“No you already did. Let me explain the financial arrangement of this place. We expect a 25% cut of all your proceeds in what we call basic services. And the house has fixed the prices for those $50 for oral, $200 for vaginal and $250 for anal intercourse. Do you have had anal sex before?”
Tina was flabbergasted by the directness of the question, and why only ask about that. Then it hit her, because he had just sampled two out of three.
“once or twice, not my favorite form of sex.”
“You might find it worth to adjust to, but it’s not mandatory, but if it goes up your butt it will be for that sum. Further there is a minimum of $250 we expect to make every day from your work. If the 25% cut won’t make that sum we will cut into your principal.”
“But that means I will have to sleep with 5 men a day just to make that sum.”
“I applaud your mental arithmetic, but if you convince them to let you give head as well you are already down to 4. A whole night will cost a customer en even $1000, so you are covered there. Keep also in mind, whatever you agree on outside of basic services, you charge what you want and the house has no cut. But a dick goes into your holes, those prices and the percentage a fix.”
“What do you mean by other charges?” Tina was confused
“Some men want to be pushed around, some want to be Daddies, so like to tie you or be tied. Not that there will be a lot of demand from you but tit jobs are popular. All those things, as well as what they are paying for it is between you and the client.”
“I begin to understand, you spoke of 250 Dollars worth of education, why that number.”
Marlowe sighed “I was just coming to that, a couple of points. I just had your cunt and mouth for free, you didn’t even try to stop me. Rule number one at lucky Charlie’s if it goes in your body, you have been paid first.”
“Oh”
“Rule number two, that you neglected make them wear a condom. You are a valued employee and we don’t want to hazard your health and by extension the health of our clients. If you have a client that can’t handle it call for Bob. He has an excellent track record of calming down difficult clients. No rubber no sex”
“Oh”
“Lastly not a rule, but a suggestion. You might have to swallow your pride here but not every guys cum. They are as happy to cum on your face or body.”
“What do I get for my $250 a day minimum fee. That seems to be extremely steep considering your flat rate prices?”
“You will have a room with adjacent bath room, private for your own use, stocked with condoms and lube. It’s getting cleaned every day and you can have up to 2 changes of fresh sheets per day. Bob will be on the premises providing security. You will get a 25% cut on all drinks the client pays for, usually around a buck per glass, not much but you don’t have to open your legs for it either. Your room will be available to you almost 24/7 except for a short 30 minute interval when Lupita cleans it. She is pretty good in timing this som it won’t cut into your work hours. Is that all acceptable to you?”
“That sounds remarkably well organized. How many women are working here?”
“About 8 counting you.”
“But that’s about 60.000 Dollars every month or 720.000 Dollars every year minimum.” Tina sounded awed.
“That would be the baseline, luckily the men in Texas appreciate the ladies, so the annual number looks a good bit nicer.” Marlowe looked outright smug “Would you prefer to start today or tomorrow, we will deal with the days earnings everyday before you leave. I assume you accept cash.”
While talking with Marlowe Tina had put on her clothes again and was just zipping up her skirt.
“Oh I really could do with the money today.”
Marlowe rummaged in his desk drawer and pulled out a key with a tag saying 7. “That would be your key then. I suggest you go there and get to know the lay out and then wait in the bar for customers.”
Tina took the key, fully aware that a new part of her live just had begun.
Part 4
When she returned to her trailer, the one she had rented furnished only 2 days ago. She felt sore and bone tired. She had worked a 8 hour shift and found that working as a prostitute was a lot different than just having sex.
Her first client had been a pimply college kid. Deciding it was finally time to pop his cherry. So the first time she had sex for money in her live was with a clueless young man, who blue his first load before he could even enter her. she slowly coaxed him back to life, and still went through the experience that this whole guys sexual knowledge must have come from watching porn. Ultimately she was happy that he had decide to spend his 50 Dollar to upgrade to a blow job and not trying to go for a first anal experience. A clueless heck like that might have gone for the ear.
The next was better some kind of middle aged business man, who wanted to be held and cuddled after fucking her. lying with his face between her breasts.
After that her first weirdo. She hadn’t even known what a hair job was before, but as she later stood under the shower trying to wash the drying cum out of her hair she decided 75 dollars had been to low a price for it. Well live and learn.
Between the various trysts she had spoken with some of the other women working there. Getting to know Pam from New Orleans, the stunning black Peggy from Ohio and red haired Ginger, how original. The latter showed ample evidence that her fiery tresses did not come out of the bottle, as quite a few ginger hair were visible above the hem of her panties.
Another young man who could only afford a blow job, something she began to rush a bit, as this guy was essentially costing her money.
She talked with Lupita who was fascinating, as the old woman apparently had a long history with this establishment, and could remember stories when old Mr Marlowe had been in charge. Tina listened intently.
She ended with two more customers, looking at the whole interchange as an opportunity to show what studs they were, hamming their cocks between her legs as if she was a to be pinned to the bed by sheer force. After the first Pam suggested a few drops of lube preemptively applied to her pussy would make those kind of jerks more bearable. She had proved correct.
The perhaps most uncomfortable part of the day had been accounting with Marlowe. As the customers had to pay for basic services upfront at the front desk, he knew the tally but still insisted on a quick recount of her business. Just to verify the records as a called it. Making her count the number of cocks having entered her in only few hours. four in her pussy, 3 in her mouth and thank god none in her ass.
He counted out 7 100 hundred dollar bills onto the table to her and added another 9 dollar bills from the clients bar taps
“Taking it slowly the first night?” he asked business like, and she wished to bury her fist in his face, if she wasn’t just so tired. Still she left Lucky Charlie’s with $784 in her purse
“Slow night, pshaw.” she muttered
At home after a long shower, she sat down at her desk and started writing on a note pad for about an hour.
Her days continued in this fashion for about 4 weeks. Doing the job became more routine but never less tiring. Worst were the days when she accepted customers asking for anal. She continued to despise it, but some customers even became repeat customers just for the pleasure of hearing her squeal when they drove their cocks into her tight asshole. She went through many new sexual experiences even the thing Marlowe had considered unlikely. A customer wanting to use his cock between her breasts. Tina of No 7 had become a bit of a local attraction. Even if Pam had told her that this was normal for new pussy in the hen house, it would likely change in a few weeks.
Overall Tina had begun to form a close connection with all the women, sharing stories and experiences in their spare time. Or cuddly Bob, a 300 lbs Samoan teddy bear, who would rip any unruly guest to pieces if he threatened the girls.
Tina of No 7 she had begun to think of herself. Her current existence was a far cry from Liz Wainwright, daughter of a successful Montana Horse breeder, a mere 2000 head. Even further from Elisabeth Wainwright, M.Sc. currently working hard on her PhD in Sociology. Her advisor had laughed when she had presented the idea for her thesis, The systematic study of prostitution in the continental united states with particular emphasis on the motivation of the women working in it.
“Elisabeth, you might think you could get those women to open up to you because you are a woman yourself? Forget, they will either clam up, or if you pay them they will feed you bullshit.”
So she had decided on a different form of research, tarted herself up, died her chestnut brown hair blonde and looked for a brothel in the middle of Texas, as far away from Montana as possible. She now had 4 weeks worth of inside information from 7 other prostitutes, and a personal frame of reference to place those stories into context. She had set herself a time till her period would kick in again, and never had she welcomed the signs of it coming more than today. She was leaving this part of her live now forever, write a stunning thesis for which she expected Magna cum Laude, because she really had dealt with to much cum lately, to accept anything less.
the End.
