Penny's Worth - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Penny's Worth - Chapter 1

... busiest. Most men are doing family things. It picks up at night. Few girls bother with Sundays. Almost no men come in. That’s a big family day.” “So when is it going on here?” “Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. They sneak out of work and come to get laid. Friday evening is always bustling. It gets heavy until midnight.” I’d only planned to start with two days a week and maybe work up to three after I got used to things. “Today will be a good day to start. You won’t get overwhelmed, but you should see plenty of action.” I looked out of the window. The Aventeen was an old brick and mortar structure. My window once slid up but was nailed shut. My view was of a much more modern glass and steel edifice a few feet away. Still, the room wasn’t inexpensive, since it included rental, tax and my share of the shelter fees. I calculated my first two tricks of the day would only have me breaking even. Back at the bar, Gloria and Quinn offered me a few pointers and a pep talk. After that, I was on my own, a private contractor in a sex working co-op. I sat at a booth and worked away at an iced tea. The room was dimly lit for a daytime restaurant, but then it wasn’t the food here that was the main course. I sat alone for fifteen minutes. I was growing bored. “Don’t read anything or look occupied,” Gloria had instructed. “The Johns won’t disturb you if you look busy.” I began to wonder if I was attracting any traffic at all. No one seemed to be moving past to check me out. I ...

... started to feel like that chubby little blonde at the junior high hop that sat by the wall all night and never got asked to dance. I thought of every name of the songs played that evening. “Excuse me, can I sit down?” A man I’d say was in his fifties slid into the booth without my giving permission. He’s hair with thinning and he was casually dressed in a pair of faded cargo shorts. Quinn had said the Saturday crowd was very different from the business set on weekdays. “You’re very beautiful. Are you new here?” He must be a regular. “Yes, I’m Penny.” I had to remember to smile. “Hey Penny. You are a very pretty Penny.” He laughed at his own joke. I pretended to act as if he was the first one to ever say that. I’ve heard it dozens of times and my real name isn’t even Penny. “I’m Gary.” Through the corner of my eye I could see Gloria give me a nod that said Gary was okay. His hand went to my leg and began to explore my thigh. He was definitely in the market. Our conversation didn’t go on much longer. To move it along, I asked, “Would you like to see my room? It has a great view.” Gary looked over my tits only partially obscured by my revealing top. “I’m sure it will be spectacular.” His hand was on my ass as we waited for the elevator. I was told I never was obligated to kiss a trick, but I allowed him a few tongueless tastes of my puffy lips on the ride up. At my date’s request, I pulled down his pants and began work on his cock, after his money had been placed on the table. He was ...