One Trick Penny – Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 7

... bolted the door behind us. My mind began to envision the situation I’d just walked into. Having no idea what one would look like, I guessed the worse – bordello. I looked for a method of escape. As we walked down a hallway, I noticed a number of rooms, all having been divided into small cubicles. Computers, laptops and monitors seemed to be everywhere and other than the man that let me into the building, everyone else here were women. If this was a brothel, it didn’t add up. The woman introduced herself as Gina and pointed to one of the cubicles and bade me to enter. A webcam sat on a stand, but its indicator light was off. By a sofa covered with sheets, was a small table with a laptop, with its lid opened. “Is your typing good? You shouldn’t have to do a lot of it. Mainly, you read what your mark wants you to do. You try to keep them as happy and online for as long as possible. Questions?” I had a lot of questions. This had to be one of those online sex chat places. When I was hunting around the internet for ideas, nearly every porn site I accessed would pop up with an annoying browser companion for me to converse with. Typically, some hot young chick telling me how sexual she could get. The exit button got rid of them quickly. I never thought of them as real ...

... people. Now I was on the other side of the web. “Did you see the cops a few blocks down? They were arresting a lot of girls.” She looked at me harshly, as if to say she didn’t give a shit about how some other segment of society’s business was going. “Not to worry. Tom, the man who let you in is our security. He has a van and can drop you off where you live at the end of your shift. The cops have been clearing out the area for a while. As long as you don’t leave before he’s ready, you’ll be fine.” She purposely eyed the way I was dressed. The message was clear. Leave and get pinched or work the night here. “How long’s my shift?” “Four hours and your pay is based on how long you keep your marks paying.” I wanted to ask if nudity was required. I had no idea how this worked, but I didn’t want her to know I’d just come in here to beat the heat. I asked, “Anything, I shouldn’t be doing?” She laughed sarcastically. “Anything goes as long as you don’t set up a meeting with one of the marks. We aren’t running an escort service, honey. Do that on your own time, if that’s your thing. Other than that, get as freaky as you need to keep the meter running.” I learned the meter ran at $2.95 a minute. This looked to be an expensive evening for Dave. ~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 7 of 12 ~ ~ ~