Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... Asian lady came to the window.

"I need to speak to the manager, please. My name is Sandra, and Terrance DuBois sent me."

"Ah, okay, Sandra. I am the manager and I am Soon Lee. I have been expecting you. Please come on back, Sandra," the small woman instructed.

When she pushed a button, the door to the back unlocked, and opened a little way. As Sandra stepped through, Soon Lee explained that she must always be sure to close the door shut behind her so it will be locked. They were in a larger room, which was brightly lit. Soft New Age music was playing through a sound system to give atmosphere. Several other women were sitting around, some reading, some texting, and one was fixing her make-up. All were scantily dressed, mostly in lingerie.

"Ladies, this is Sandra, but we will give her a working name. She is new. Terry Dubois sent her so please help her along if she needs help, okay?" the manager spoke, but most of the women weren't really interested.

"As long as she doesn't steal our good customers," one of the females said. "She's a looker!" The others giggled at the joke, but Sandra failed to see the humor in it.

"Come on back, Sandra I will show you where to get changed," the tiny Asian lady said as she went through a beaded curtain to the back. A long hallway went straight ahead, and a shorter hall went to the right, but the manager turned left into a locked room in which she pressed a code into a keypad to enter. Once inside, there were benches, chairs, a ...

... long vanity with lavatories and mirrors, and a small toilet room off to the side. No door was available for any privacy in the toilet.

"Did you come dressed in anything to work tonight, Sandra?" Soon Lee asked.

"No, I really didn't know what would be expected tonight. I'm sorry!" the pretty wife and mother apologized.

"It's quite simple really," the tiny Asian explained as she handed Sandra a plain but clean wrap around cover, like one might expect a regular masseuse might wear. "Here, strip down completely and put this on. Put your clothes in this locker. Keep the key so your stuff will be safe from the other sticky finger bitches."

As Sandra began stripping off her clothing, the manager continued. "Massage sessions are $40 a half hour, $60 an hour. If they ask for you to strip, it's $20 more. If they ask for a hand job, it's $10 more. If they ask for a blowjob it's $20 more. If they want to fuck you it's $50 more. The only thing you ask the customer is how long of a session does the customer want, half hour or hour. You do not under any circumstances mention anything about the other services. You let them ask you! If you ask them if they would like anything else, you could be arrested for solicitation for prostitution. You would be arrested on the spot if the guy was a cop and be taken to jail. But also, you would be out of a job here, and Mr. Dubois would be very angry! Do you understand, Sandra!"

"Yes, I understand," replied the auburn haired beauty as she ...