red diaries (part 1)

You might look at me and think - white trash! Then again you might look and me and think - how much? Which ever it is, let me be clear when I say I like sex, and I am ok with it. I earn more than most, I have a black Mercedes parked on the drive of one of my three houses, the forth an apartment which I only use when family pop up.1

That’s right, they don’t know what I do for a living. They would be shocked to think their innocent blonde to be working half the men on the strip! Not just the men either, in fact if I am honest I prefer the women to the men.2

The woman pay better, and are always quiet when fucking. Not that that’s a good or bad thing, but it is slower and more seductive. After all I am only human and I want it as much as them, so why not enjoy it and get paid for it?3

My last client is a regular. To him it’s like fish and chips on a Friday night. Georgie I call him, after George Clooney. I know what you are thinking and yes, you do get the good lookers as well as the frogs, to me men are men, they just like to stick it in and go!4

Georgie has been rough with me today but he is like a kid really, he doesn’t know what to do with it most of the time and so I lead. He likes it when I am domineering. He likes whips, handcuffs and red lingerie and I try to accommodate and give him what he needs.5

“Same time next week Red?” he asks as I open the door to let him out.6

“I will be ready for you Georgie!” I say and tuck the £500 in notes down my cleavage.7

“Great!” he says timidly - he is shy even after I have whipped his arse and sucked him off? I do not enjoy going down on a guy as much as I probably should but it was worth half the pay cheque so I got to my knees and went for it.8

“Bye sweetie!” I tell him and close the door before he has time to say anymore.9

I step inside and look around; its a mess! But that’s Ok, I have two hours before my next client and by the sounds of HER voice it was going to be something to look forward to.10

She told me she had a boyfriend and had never been with a woman before, and she wanted to try without any consequences of a fall back. Nobody would know, just her and I.11

“Do you want me to stock up on anything? Dildos, vibrators, champagne?” I asked her over the phone.12

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that… “she pauses and I think she's changing her mind. “I guess, all three?” she surprises me and I smile.13

“Done!”14

I am excited now thinking of her, though I have yet to see her. She could be 20 stone and in her 50’s, or a pretty brunette with tiny breasts. She could be like that tall woman in the bar last month that turned out to be a guy who shaved his legs and wore in a wig! It really doesn’t matter, I always cum!15

I tidy each room and change the sheets - something I do at least 4 times a day and then check all my sex toys like I’m reading a tick list. I curl my hair a little and let it settle just below my shoulders and I dress in a sexy black dress that lingers at thigh length and sits low enough to show some cleavage. Once ready I place two glasses down and pop the bottle of the bubbly I bought earlier for the occasion, then I wait.16

She is late and I think for a moment she might have chickened out and then proving me wrong I hear a knock at the door. I put my glass down - this being my second now, and hurry to the door to look through the spy hole.17

She is petite, slim and has short black hair just passed her ears. I might be jumping the gun but I would go so far as to say she is VERY attractive! I giggle inwardly and remove the locks18

“Hi…” she say’s nervously.19

“Hi, Kay?” I ask and she nods. “I’m Red!” I open the door and welcome her in.20

I close the door and watch her turn full circle, checking out the environment. “Its nice” she say’s shyly.21

I step closer “here…” I say reaching for her shoulders to take her coat “Thank you, it’s just a small place, for work you know.” I explain about the choice of decor, its pretty with dotted lighting, but mature. It has sexy black sofa’s, a flat screen TV against the wall along with a selection of adult DVD’s and a bar.22

“I like it, it reminds me of a Bond movie or something!” she smiles half heartedly, she is not sure if she is saying the right thing or not.23

I place her coat on a hook by the front door and pick up her drink “Shaken not stirred?” I smile as I pass her the glass of Champaign purposely rubbing my fingers along hers as I do.24

“Oh…” her eyes sparkle; she finds me funny.25

She takes a sip and nods “I probably shouldn’t drink to much, I want to remember... it” she is honest and takes another sip.26

I sit on the arm of the black leather sofa and cross my legs to show her a little leg “Ah, you will” I promise her and take a sip of my own drink.27

I watch her stand there silently and I decide to make her comfortable by patting the sofa inviting her to join me. She sits down and continues to search the room.28

“So, while we are getting comfortable do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” she shakes her head and I begin to earn my money by finding out what makes her tick. What turns her on!29

Its not long before we are sat facing each other on the sofa, our knees touching and our hands quietly attempting more.30

“So you like masturbation, most woman do but its like an unspoken fact.” I lean in gently place my hand on her thigh where her skirt is gaping.31

“Yes!” she takes a deep breath as my hand travels “I like to watch” her neck falls back as I kiss her jaw line and down the arch of her neck.32

“That’s only £100, but for you I will do it for…” I pull back and look in her eyes. For a moment I lose myself, if I was not in it for the money I’d say I would fuck her freely, and let her watch me just the same - nothing in return, but I can not do that.33

“I only have “£400 on me…” she sighs.34

“I tell you what, pay me the extra £100 by copying my every move - what do you say?” I whisper into her as my hand moves up between her legs and I run a finger over her protruding clit though her knickers making her hum from her throat.35

“Ok!” she says with dry lips and nods eagerly.36

I smile and pull away. I take my drink that is sat beside me and I finish the last of it - she does the same.37

“Watch me touch myself!!” I command rather than ask and she seems game as I lean back against the back of the sofa and spread my legs.38

I run my hand over my breasts and pinch the hard nipples over the black lace dress, opening and closing my mouth as I repeat it. She watches with fascination39

“You do it” I tell her and watch her do as I have done. I can see her nipples through the white cotton top she is wearing and I enjoy her little moans as she circles them and follows my every move down my body between my legs.40

My hand rubs in a single stroke over my dress and I hold my crutch for a moment to watch her hand hold herself. I pull up my dress so that it is to my hips and then I spread myself and place my hand over my knickers and wait for her to catch up.41

She stands and unzips the back of her skirt. I am impressed that she is showing the initiative - or even having the confidence to and it is making me wetter than I’d expected. I watch the skirt slip easily from her slender waist and fall around her ankles. She steps out, her high heels still on her feet and then she sits down spreading her legs in her black knickers.42

I search them and I can see a little hair beneath them, not much. She does the same and seems pleased to see I have a similar style.43

After playing a little over the material I slip my hand underneath and whimper as my fingers trace down to feel myself dripping wet with excitement. NEVER in my life have I been this wet, not even when I had another woman use a 8inch black dildo on me! And for something as big as that to feel easy inside me, I can only imagine I must be about to have the biggest orgasm known to man!44

TBC... 45

Never mind me, when I open my eyes I see Kay, the timid brunette slipping her hand under the fabric and whimpering with delight. She has a look on her face, a sense of wanting. And how can I tell you wonder? I am use to that look, I see it everyday, I see the want of every being in this city including myself. Fact - everybody wants sex!46

“Tell me what you feel!” I ask her. I don’t think now that I can control myself and this request is more for me than her but I allow it, seeing as this is ultimately a free show!47

“Hmm” she smiles and starts to slide her hand up and down as I am doing “I’m very wet, swollen…” she stops as her finger runs over her clit and makes er shudder.48

I think for a second I lose my dominant fix and so I decide to take charge and I move from my bum to my knees to be kneeling on the sofa facing her, and arching I push a finger inside myself.49

She does not mind the change of position and now facing me she pushes her finger inside.50

“Hmm, now tell me what else you feel?” I beg her to continue as I pull the finger in and out slowly.51

She closes her eyes and smiles “It feels, like I’m fucking myself! Tell me what you feel?”52

Wow - slow down a minute. What did she just say? She’s using my lines? I frown and watch her continue to please herself. She opens her eyes and looks at me when I do not speak. I imagine her to apologise but she waits for me to answer.53

“I feel like I’ve met my match!” I speak honestly and try to think only of my hand between my legs rubbing harder and in and out with two fingers.54

She watches my hand and she goes at my pace, her arse lifts up off of her knees making her closer to me! I lift up and I breath into her open mouth. I want to kiss her, I want to suck her tongue and bite those full lips!55

I push in three fingers and straddle myself, the paramount of the moment consumes me and as i does I finally surrender and lean in and kiss her. The release makes us both shudder against each other in a mighty orgasm! Seconds, minutes, I can not tell you how long we rode that wave.56

I separate our mouths and wait for her to look at me.57

“Wow!” she laughs breathlessly into me.58

I smile briefly and pull my hand out. I stand and head for the kitchen. She does not seem fazed that I have left her there, in fact she is not finished, her head falls back and her crutch pushes forward as her hand remaining down her knickers rubs relentlessly!59

I try not to watch her and finding the champagne bottle I drink from it. I totally lost control, I rarely make such a passionate move! What the hell was I thinking? I look back to her again, still prodding and sighing with pleaser. I can only imagine this to be how my clients feel, completely obsorbed! I tell myself to get a grip and do my job, and after another sip I go back to the sofa with the bottle in my hand.60

She looks at me and smirks; her eyes are dilated with a passion I encourged. I sit beside her, take her wrist and stop her from continuing and then taking the bottom of her white vest top I lift it up and over her head. I quickly remove her bra setting her bosoms free. She has nice breasts, they’re about a handful which is handful enough!61

I place my hands on her shoulders and push her backwards to be laying on the sofa. I take the champagne bottle and have one swig, then letting it dribble a little I lean over her to kiss her so she can drink from my mouth.62

I taste her mouth for all that I can before pulling back. I take the bottle and pour just a little over her chest.63

“Hmm!” she nods.64

I hope to surprise her as we continue but she is reading my every move. I go all out and do things worth more than my time, maybe because I am enjoying my time with her, or maybe its because she a challenging my domineering side. I can not say!65

When she is dressed and ready to leave she looks at me with something more than gratitude.66

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and tidy up? I really don’t mind, my boyfriend is out for a few more hours yet!”67

I shake my head “It’s OK, I got it!”68

She stands by the closed door and hands me the money. I take it and fan the notes in my hand. Not to count it, I just doubt that I am worthy of it and so taking £100 I hand her the rest back. “This one was a freebee” I tell her move around her ignoring her stare to open the door.69

She looks at the money the same I way I had.70

“Keep it!” I insist. She’d mentioned earlier that she was saving for a car and I figured she would need it.71

She looks confused but does not ask. She puts the money down her top and then unexpectedly kisses me softly on the lips.72

“Thank you, Red” she smiles wirily and leaves not looking back.73

I close the door and lean against it. I have never offered a discount, never! The lovely brunette has taken something from me but I can’t say what or how, I just feel at a loss.74

I try not to think about it and tidy the room and check that things are in order for tonight. The time is usually slow when I haven’t any clients, but I manage by dressing casual and going to the local store.75

I look just like anyone else and people are unaware. The children sat in trolleys wave at me, the mothers thank me as I weave out of their way. The cashier passes me my change from the £50 which I earned from Georgie and I drop the coins in my back pocket. Its all very plain and ordinary!76

That is until I get to my car and find a familiar butt rested against it.77

“James? What are you doing here?”78

James was a client. I was working with him for about a week, and on the third meeting I found out he was a psychopath with my photo of me in his wallet. I make it a rule not offer my services if the client gets attached or obsessive, so he had to go!79

He looks up at me from where he stood and grins that pathetic ‘I love you’ grin. I step past him and put my groceries in the boot.80

“Come on babe, don’t be like that!” he wines - I hate it! I like a man to be a man not a mouse.81

“Don’t call me babe!”82

“Red?”83

I slam the boot and turn to face him from the other side of the car “You promised not to follow me around, now, if you don’t leave me alone I swear I will kick your arse!” I warn him and open my car door.84

“No no, babe, sorry, Red, its not like that…”85

I get in, close my door and put the locks on. He knocks on the window frantically and so I open it enough to hear what he has to say.86

“I’m sorry, I was shopping, I saw your car - your number plate…”87

“Shit, gotta get that changed now!” I complain quietly to myself and put my car in gear.88

“Is it a coincidence that I have seen you here? See I don’t think you understand the power of our connection its like this gravity pull…”89

“James?” I cut him off “will you do me a favour?” I ask politely.90

“Anything!”91

“Take you hand away from my car window” I look at his fingers thread through the gap.92

“But babe, come one!”93

I put my finger on the button and look at him - he moves his fingers away and surrenders with his hand up.94

“I get it you’re still angry…”95

I close the window while he continues to try and convince himself and I begin to pull out of the parking space. He follows for as long as he can tapping on the window and so I put my foot down and watch him in my wing mirror as he stands with his head in his hands.96

As I drive home I think about my clients, particularly my last, the little brunette, Kay. She was a whole new bag to me. I’m not use to having some equally as dominant nor beautiful. That’s when it accrued to me, her easy going nature, her sexual ego, the way she planted her cash down her front; it all suggested one thing to me…97

To employ her!