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Written: 01 February 2019

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Part Time Worker
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/f, m/f, Prostitution, Underage Sex, Incest, Bro/Sis, Voyeurism

My family was having a difficult time of things, my father had been made redundant from a well paying job six months ago and we'd been struggling to survive on my mother's wage but she suddenly had her hours cut so our difficult time was about to get even more difficult. I needed stuff, things like tights for school, make up, shampoo...just the essentials but there was a light on the horizon. Since I turned thirteen years old I could now take a part time job, I could only work a maximum of twelve hours a week and because I was under sixteen the minimum wage rule didn't apply but if I could get twelve hours work I might get thirty pounds a week if I was lucky. Now that I'd decided to look for a part time job I only had two hurdles to overcome, getting a job in a recession and getting a permission to work slip from my headmaster at school.

I'd got myself an appointment with the headmaster for Thursday morning and on Tuesday I put out feelers amongst my friends who had jobs to see if their places were recruiting. I was doing my homework on my school tablet pc at home later on Tuesday when I got an email from Debby Goodman. I was surprised to see it because I only vaguely knew Debby, she lived on the other side of town and went to a different school, I'd played hockey against her in the inter schools competition but that was all the contact I'd had with her.

'Sarah, Kelly told me that you were looking for a part time job, here is a link, I hope you find what you're looking for.'

I knew three Kelly's at school and Debby hadn't been specific which one had mentioned to her that I was looking for work but that didn't really matter as I was actually looking. I clicked on the link, a web page opened, Kettering Student Placements. The page stated that KSP was a recruitment agency working for local retail, manufacturing and hospitality companies; it also had my school's logo at the bottom of the page as well as the other four big schools in my county.

I clicked on the 'Looking for work' button, the page flipped to a form, the first page was name and address details and a continue button. The second page was a list of tick boxes to indicate what type of work I was looking for. I checked the bottom button, 'Anything'.

The page flipped to a form that asked for my date of birth, school and a box to enter the serial number from my student work permission slip.

I filled in my date of birth, checked the box against my school and clicked in the field for the permission slip details and stopped. Maybe I'd have to back out of the process and start again on Thursday after my meeting with my headmaster.

I couldn't find a back button, just a continue button but that wasn't active and wouldn't be until I filled in the serial number. I was just pondering just closing the page down when a small box opened up, 'Chat with KSP staff'.

I selected the yes button, a small chat window opened up; the name of the person I was chatting with was Simon.

"Hi Sarah, my system indicates that you are having difficulties filling in your application form, can I help in any way?"

"I just got to the place that needs a serial number from my work permission slip but I don't have one yet, I'm seeing my headmaster on Thursday."

"No problem, just put six 'X's in the box, I can change it to the actual number when you bring the permission slip in."

I typed in six 'X's and the continue button lit up so I pressed it.

The message window opened again from Simon, "I've got all that Sarah. The Grand Hotel is looking for kitchen staff, table staff and cleaners/chamber maids and they are in a hurry, would you be able to come into the office tomorrow afternoon after school for an interview?"

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Wow, things were moving on fast, I thought that it would take an age to find work. If I went to an interview after school though I'd miss my school bus and end up with a four mile walk home but then, whenever I got an interview I'd have to get to the office somehow.

"That would be great, what time and where?"

I got a three thirty appointment and the office was above a shop in a small block of shops close to my school, I knew the shop well, it wasn't open in the day, only at night selling noodles to eat in or take away. I was told that I'd have to go to the back of the shop and follow the signs to the office stairs.

I was a little worried that I was putting the cart before the horse by going for an interview before I had permission from school to work but Simon was happy to interview me without the slip and it would speed up my getting a job.

I was on edge all day on Wednesday at school and when the final bell sounded I went to the school bus and told the driver that I wouldn't be on his bus for the journey home. I took my school tie off and opened the top button on my school shirt as I walked to the shopping centre. As I'd expected, the noodle shop below the offices of KSP was closed so I just found the driveway to the rear of the building and spotted the stairs leading up to the flats and offices above.

The main door to KSP was open so I went into the reception, there was a desk in the reception area but no one sitting behind it, I could hear voices from the main office, I checked my watch, I was two minutes early for my appointment. At exactly three-thirty the office door opened and a very handsome boy walked out, he was wearing a Grammar School uniform, the grammar school took students from eleven years old to eighteen, unlike my school that only took us until we were sixteen so the boy could have been any age up to nineteen years old though he looked younger, more like my age.

I suddenly got a shock, the doorway was totally blocked by a huge black man, an African or an Afro-Caribbean man, he was twenty stones if he was an ounce but he wasn't fat, he looked like an American football player, inside his protective armour. He was huge but didn't look frightening, well, not too frightening, probably because his face was fixed with a broad smile and a massive expanse of porcelain white teeth.

"You can sit at the desk to fill in your bank detains and insurance form Martin, I've just got to interview Sarah here and I'll be back out to check through them before you go to work."

He then turned to me and offered me his hand to shake, it swallowed my hand totally, it looked like he was holding a doll's hand, "Good afternoon Sarah...I'm Simon the CEO of Kettering Student Placements.

I was offered a comfortable seat across a coffee table from Simon and he spent time getting me to relax before we started our interview. I think the interview went well and even though quite casual, it was still professional. The telephone rang and Simon excused himself to answer it, there was a short conversation on the phone and then Simon brought our interview to a conclusion. He escorted me to his office door but stopped me going through it, "Is anyone picking you up to take you home?"

"No, I'm going to walk, it's a nice warm evening and won't get dark until nine o'clock."

Simon handed a folder to Martin, "If you've finished filling in the forms they're ready for you at the photo-shoot, the address is in Milton Keynes, can you take the Northampton Road and drop Sarah off on your way through please?"

Martin smiled at me and nodded his head, "Sure, no problem Simon!"

I followed Martin down to the car park, there was a beat-up old BMW three-one-eight with the registration 'M4RTN', the registration was probably worth more than the car. I got in the front passenger seat, "Is this your car?"

"Yes, I don't really like it but I got it off my dad."

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"So, how old are you and are you really a student at the Grammar school"

"I'm seventeen and yes, got another year before I go to University."

"So...what job are you doing?"

"I'm doing a little modelling, last week I was in a promotional video for a new band, I was dancing, a mock up of 'Top of the pops' from the eighties."

"Wow, that's cool."

"What are you trying for?"

"Simon is sending my details through to the Grand Hotel, probably cleaning or waiting on tables!"

"That sounds like hard work!"

He changed gear and the back if his hand rubbed down the side of my thigh, I wasn't wearing tights, one of the reasons I needed a job was because I couldn't afford to buy any and neither could my parents. I jolted in my seat at his touch, he looked down at my leg and his hand, "Sorry, I'm not used to anyone sitting there!", he removed his hand from the gear stick and moved it back up to the steering wheel. I almost laughed at my own reaction to the accidental touch and relaxed again, I looked over at his face, he looked far too young to drive a car. His mobile phone rang and I almost jumped out of my seat again.

He smiled at my jumpiness, "Can you get that for me, open the call in loud speaker mode please?"

I accepted the call and turned it to loudspeaker mode for him.

"Martin, is that you darling?"

Martin put his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, "Hi Mrs Benson, it's me Martin!"

"I told you the last time you worked for me Martin, call me Vanessa...Simon has just called to tell me that you're on your way..."

"Yes, I'll be there in twenty minutes Vanessa."

"Erm...have you got any classes tomorrow Martin?"

"No, I have a free day tomorrow, that's why I suggested to Simon that tonight would be a good time for me to come over."

"Will you have to get home early after work?"

"I don't have to, I can call my mum and tell her I'll be home late if you like."

"I was just thinking...after the photo shoot, I could buy us a takeaway and we could eat it at my place. Would your mum let you stay out all night?"

Martin grinned at me, "Well, I can ask her, the worst she can do is say no but she usually doesn't mind if I stay out all night so long as I don't have school the next day!"

"Right then, I'll get the clothes sorted out for you while I wait and I'll see you in twenty minutes."

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I closed the call down, I have to say that I was blushing a little having listened to the phone call, Martin sat quietly for a minute before he said, "Erm, don't tell Simon that I'm going to Vanessa's house after work will you?"

I shook my head, I didn't expect that I'd see Simon ever again, even if he got me a job at the Grand Hotel, I'd go straight there and not back to Simon's office.

We turned into my street and Martin pulled up outside my driveway, he suddenly lurched in my direction, I thought that he was about to kiss me, I pressed back in the seat, closed my eyes and puckered my lips waiting for the kiss. Martin laughed, "I'm sorry, the door handle on your side of the car is tricky, I was just trying to open it for you!"

I felt stupid and embarrassed at my mistake, his mouth was only a millimetre away from mine and...don't ask me why...I just dipped my head forward slightly and kissed him, "Thanks for the lift!"

I was out of the car and running for home before Martin could recover from my assault on him.

My heart was beating like a piston in a steam train and the more I thought about what I'd done, the redder my face turned. I had my dinner; I did my homework and read for a little in my bedroom before bed time. I couldn't get to sleep, I was playing my kiss over and over again, I touched my thigh where Martin's hand had been as he changed gear. I looked at my clock, Martin was probably at Vanessa's house by now and he was going to spend the night with her, that thought sent my hand between my legs and down the front of my knickers.

I rubbed myself frantically for ten minutes and had a massive orgasm and as my breathing returned to normal I fell asleep and woke at seven o'clock with my hand still down the front of my knickers.

My appoint with my headmaster at school was ten o'clock and I was walking on eggshells for that first hour of the school day.

I sat in front of Mr Gildert's desk, he had my record in front of him, I knew that it was bad news when he started the conversation with, "I'm sorry Sarah..."

The up and down of it was that the board of school governors had changed the rules that year, students wishing to take a part time job had to have an overall average exam score for the previous year of at least eighty-five points and they could only work while they maintained that average. I was unfortunately no where close to that score so I wouldn't be getting the essential permission slip.

I didn't go back into class, it was eleven thirty when I left the headmaster's office and I didn't want to walk into class upset the way I was so I left school and went for a walk. I found myself outside the shops with Kettering Student Placements' office above. I took a deep breath and wandered around to the back, it was only fair that I let Simon know as soon as possible not to waste his time trying to find me a job.

The reception was empty but the front door was wide open as it had been the day before, I walked in and listened at Simon's door to see if he was talking to anyone, once I was sure that Simon wasn't with anyone I knocked gently on his door.

Simon opened the door and gave me a beaming smile; I just burst into tears I was so upset by my news.

Simon put one of his giant arms around my shoulder and he guided me into his office with soothing words. I blubbed through my story while Simon listened attentively.

Would you like a drink Sarah?"

I nodded my head.

"What would you like?"

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I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, I have the usual, water, coffee, tea, orange...something stronger perhaps!"

I stopped blubbing and looked over at him, "I'm too young for anything stronger."

"I don't believe in age limits that are artificially set by governments or parents...I believe that you girls know exactly when you are ready to try new things so it is up to you what you can drink."

"I think I'd like to try something stronger please!"

"What?"

I shrugged my shoulders; I had no idea what alcohol I'd like to try, I'd never tried anything before.

"Well, I could give you a vodka and orange, it won't smell on your breath when you go home."

"Okay, a vodka and orange then please Simon."

Simon fussed around behind me and put two tall glasses on his desk, they both had a lot of ice in them and they were both very orangey. I took a little sip of my drink and all it tasted of was ice cold orange. If I hadn't known that Simon had put vodka in the glass I would have thought that it was just virgin orange...that thought made me giggle...virgin!

"Well, at least it's nice to hear you giggle instead of all that crying!"

I took a larger sip from the glass, this time I felt warmth at the back of my throat, the larger swallow allowed the vodka to register on my senses.

"So Sarah, what are we going to do about you? I assume that you still need to work, even if school won't allow it legally. Just like the alcohol, I don't think that anyone else should be able to tell you what you can and can't do, you feel ready to work...you need to work...so how can I help you to do what you want to do?"

I took another swallow of my drink and shrugged my shoulders again.

"Well, the Grand Hotel is out of the question, they won't do anything illegal but I do know employers who aren't so worried about things like that. I'll be honest with you though, if you take a job like that, we call it on the black, or in the black economy, you won't have any legal protections, things like minimum wage go out the window as well as the maximum hours work a week. Legally at your age you could work five hours on a Saturday, two hours on a Sunday and two hours a day during the school week up to a maximum of sixteen hours a week but instead of earning forty-eight to fifty-four pounds for your sixteen hours you might only be offered thirty-two pounds a week for doing sixteen hours in a kitchen or cleaning job.

You could work more hours of course or do a job that pays more per hour but the work would be much harder than just cleaning or washing pots!"

I took another gulp of my vodka and orange, the glass was half empty now and the warm feeling at the back of my throat had spread all the way down to the pit of my stomach. I mulled through what Simon had told me, "Well, I need money so I need to work and if I have to work I'd prefer to earn as much money as I can...so, what kinds of work can I do without a permission slip?"

Simon thumbed through his files. He went from the top of the pile to the bottom without finding anything suitable. He took a swallow of his own drink and looked at me closely across his desk, "Sarah...what would you do if an employer or a customer made an improper suggestion to you or perhaps touched you inappropriately?"

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My mind suddenly flashed back to last night and Martin driving me home and I had a little chuckle and after I shook that thought from my head I lifted my eyes to Simons and I shrugged my shoulders.

"The thing is...Martin, the boy who took you home yesterday, couldn't get a permission slip from his school, the grammar school doesn't allow their students to work part time, not even during the school holidays so he has to work on the black. His employers love him and regularly ask for him but that's mainly because he doesn't mind them grabbing a feel of his bum every now and then!"

I stopped myself saying that Vanessa got more than a grab of his arse last night but I'd promised him that I wouldn't tell Simon that he'd spent the whole night with Vanessa last night.

"Martin gets fifty pounds an hour for letting photographers take pictures of him in underpants or swimming trunks, that kind of thing...Martin isn't shy and is happy to change costume in front of people to speed things up."

Well, that gave me something to think about...not the fact that Martin was happy to be naked in front of his employers, the fact that he was going to Vanessa's house for the night kind of told me that he'd be okay with that but the fact that Martin would have earned one hundred pounds for two hours work last night...now that gave me something to think about as I sipped a little more of my drink.

"So, how much does it cost Martin in things like tax and national insurance and things?"

"Martin's on the black, he doesn't actually pay any of those things and I get a flat fee for introducing Martin to an employer from the employer so it's all in his pocket at the end of the day."

I took another sip of my drink, it was almost all gone now and I was feeling really mellow.

I watched Simon reading through a sheaf of paper, "I have an employer here who is looking for a hostess at his club. He pays five pounds an hour for working as a hostess but that isn't how you earn your pay in the club, you make ten times more in tips if you're any good...do you know what a hostess does?"

I shrugged my shoulders; I had no idea what a hostess would have to do for work.

"The thing is, some men go to the club to get drunk, some men go there to play cards or roulette, some go to do business but they all prefer it if there is a pretty girl there to keep them company. Officially she's there to get them drinks or food or just to talk with them. Some men will ask a hostess to sit next to them to bring them luck, they might ask her to sit on their knee and then there are the men who want a girl to keep them company in a private room...you know what I mean by that?"

I shook my head, I could guess that it might be something rude, that would account for the 'Private place' part of the comment.

"Can I ask you if you're a virgin Sarah?"

I should have blushed...should have run for the door but the alcohol flooding my system had messed with my usual sensibilities, "Yes, I'm still a virgin!"

Simon looked disappointed and he pushed the sheaf of paper back into the folder, "Probably not the right kind of job for you anyway!"

"Why not?"

"A night club job isn't the kind of job for a virgin."

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"What if I wasn't a virgin?"

I don't know why I said that, probably the alcohol was making me brave or something, brave or reckless but Simon had just shown me a way to earn a minimum of eighty pounds plus tips a week just for being nice to men at a club with no stoppages and he'd just snatched it away from me again.

"But you are a virgin, so it's no good sending you to the club for a job."

We sat in silence for twenty minutes while Simon drank a little more of his vodka and orange.

"So, what would I have to do to qualify for this hostess job?"

"You have to be willing to have sex with anyone...at any time...even if you don't like the man. Not only will you have to let the punter do whatever he wants to do to you, you have to make him believe that he's the best lover you've ever had in your life...the more special you make him feel, the bigger the tip you get!"

I drained my glass, even though it was mainly water from the melting ice now.

"Well, I've never done it but...well, like just how hard could it be?"

"What if the man was someone like me, an African as big as me...or even an Asian?"

"You said that a hostess has to be nice to everyone, black, brown, white or green! So I guess that I'd just have to suck it up and think about the money."

I saw Simon fighting to hold back his smile, he was fighting against his nature to try and look serious.

"So, if I said that as part of the interview for the hostess job, you'd have to have sex with someone while I watched right here in my office...what would you do?"

I swallowed hard. He was calling my bluff now. I didn't answer, just sat thinking about what he'd said for a long moment; I was mulling things over in my head and before I managed to form my answer he checked his watch.

"If you're going back to school for your afternoon lessons...it's a quarter past one...you'll only just make it if you run now!"

"I don't think it would be safe going into school this afternoon, not after having that drink."

"So, what are you going to do? If you don't go back to school this afternoon, how will you get home?"

"I guess I'd have to walk home once I'd sobered up a bit first!"

Simon started looking through his paperwork again, "I might be able to get you a cleaning job in an office block, two pounds an hour, two hours a night, five nights a week."

I did the calculation, twenty quid a week, that would be better than a kick in the knickers but it could be a lot of hard work for so little money, 'Eighty pounds a week plus tips!' flashed through my head, Simon had hinted that some of the girls that he'd placed as hostesses at the club could get up to eight hundred pounds a week with tips if they were good at making men happy.

It suddenly dawned on me that my chance of getting the easy money working as a hostess might be slipping away from me, Simon had already moved on to cleaning jobs for me.

"Sooo Simon, what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm serious about wanting to try out for the hostess job?"

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Simon smiled at me, "Sarah, I want to put my cards on the table, if you take a job as a hostess you will be expected to have sex with customers, you wouldn't be forced to do it but if you didn't, you'd never get another shift at the club. Do you think that you'd be able to just have sex with people that you don't know?"

I shrugged my shoulders again, "I don't know, I've never had sex...I haven't even kissed a boy properly yet!"

Simon was holding his mobile phone, his thumbs flashing over the screen, I saw him press the send button before he looked up at me again.

"Would you like to start your interview to be a hostess now?"

"What exactly would I have to do?"

"You'd have to have sex with anyone I told you to!"

Well, I guessed that meant sex with him as there was only the two of us in his office. I nodded my head.

Simon stood up, he took my glass and dropped two ice cubes in the bottom, then he poured vodka into the glass until it was just over the top of the ice cubes and he put an inch of orange juice on top of the vodka before handing me my glass back.

I took another sip, there was no heat in the drink this time, all I could taste was orange. I held the glass upright and looked from it to Simon, "Are we doing it here?"

"We don't need to do it in my office, it isn't very comfortable in here, we do have bedrooms where we can get comfortable."

Of course there would be bedrooms, when the block of four shops were built, they each had a three bedroom maisonette built above them, Simon's office was only using two rooms on the first floor, so there were probably another six rooms in that maisonette including the bathroom.

I looked behind me, the back wall of the office didn't have a door through to the rest of the maisonette and I couldn't remember seeing one in the reception room either so I was confused as to how one would get from the offices to the rest of the maisonette. Simon walked out of his office in front of me, I followed him and took a second swallow of my drink, the warmth returned and I made another realisation, if the barman were careful when pouring a drink like mine, the layers of alcohol and innocent fruit juice wouldn't mix together until you started drinking it.

Simon was behind the receptionist's desk looking towards the back wall of the office. I saw a movement and looked, there was a large notice board on the back wall that appeared to be mounted on the back of a frameless door that opened into the room. The rest of the maisonette was hidden behind a secret doorway that opened from behind the receptionist's desk.

Go through there, go into room one, get undressed and wait for me."

I waked through the hidden doorway, the space behind the door surprised me...a lot. I was expecting two doors and a flight of stairs going up to the bedrooms but I was wrong, there was a long passageway, all four maisonettes had been joined together, two of the stairways had been removed, leaving one at each end of the long passageway. I opened the door to room one, it looked exactly like a bedroom in a Holiday Inn, small and poorly furnished. Room one didn't even have a proper bed, just a king sized mattress on the floor, it had a rubber sheet with a cheap nylon sheet on top of it and a towel on top of that. There was a small bathroom attached to the bedroom as well.

A disembodied voice came out of nowhere, "When you're undressed and lying on the bed, press the ready button on the bottom left hand side of the telephone."

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I stripped off, if I were to be perfectly honest, I was very excited. I hadn't planned on having sex with a man and certainly not a big black man like Simon but I'd been thinking of sex more and more and was hoping that one of the boys at school would ask me out so that I could start down that pathway soon.

I dropped onto the mattress and centred my bum on the large towel before reaching over to the telephone and pressing the button labelled 'Ready' on the line of four buttons along the bottom of the phone. The door opened and I got a massive surprise. It wasn't Simon who walked into the room but Martin, and right behind Martin was Debby Goodman, the girl that had linked me into the Kettering Student Placements website in the first place.

"Debby, what are you doing here?"

"I was the one who set you up for this so Simon insisted that I come and help you get past the interview, I asked my brother to help me break you in!"

I looked at Martin, standing next to Debby I suddenly realised that he looked exactly like her, they were brother and sister.

"So, Martin is your older brother then?"

"No...actually I'm twenty minutes older than him."

Debby gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head, she was totally naked under her dress. My mouth was opening and closing but no words were coming out, she dropped onto her knees on the bed and pulled my legs apart. Her mouth covered my pussy, I spent the first ten seconds trying to push her mouth off of my cunt, at eleven seconds my hands were on the back of her head and on the twelfth second I was pulling her mouth hard against my cunt and at thirteen seconds I was humping my groin against her mouth. Simon walked into the room at that point and he started to undress.

Martin was now naked and he slipped in behind his sister and started screwing her from behind while she was on her hands and knees licking me to a mind blowing orgasm.

I was a little shocked when I saw Simon naked for the first time, he had massive shoulders, muscular chest and slim waist and narrow hips, his arms muscles and leg muscles were massive and well defined and he had a cock hanging down like a stallions. I was just thinking that there was no way that he would be able to get that monster in my pussy when I saw Martin pat Debby on her shoulder, she jumped to the left and he slotted into her place, he stabbed me between the legs with his cock, one shot and he was buried up to his balls in my pussy.

Debby had not only been turning me on with her mouth but she was also pushing as much saliva as she could into my unused pussy to help her brother fuck me. Simon rolled Debby onto her back and he did to her what Martin was doing to me but while Martin was fucking me like an energiser bunny on high voltage, Simon was just fucking Debby with long, slow and languid strokes. Simon wasn't trying to get himself off in Debby. He was just taking a little pleasure from her body while Martin was opening my body up for sex.

Martin started to gasp for air and his rapid, fluid, movements became ragged and staccato before he growled and then bellowed and I felt warmth flooding into my vagina from his cock. Simon nudged Martin to one side with his hip, Martin rolled away from me while his cock was still hard and spunk was still firing out the little cock's eye all over my belly.

Simon replaced Martin in just a fraction of a second, just like Martin, Simon didn't try to enter me gently, he just rammed his cock into me, relying on Martin's thick carpet of semen to lubricate his path. Simon comented that he'd never got his cock so deep in a girl before, he usually only got that deep in a woman after she'd had a baby. Simon wasn't fucking me slowly like he did to Debby, he was closer to the speed that Martin had used. It felt like he was ripping my body in two for five minutes and then I greyed out for a moment and when the room regained its colour, I was on a pleasure climb that almost blew my head off.

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I looked over at Debby because she made a noise. Martin had regained his erection and was now using it on his sister...his twin sister...his thirteen year old 'Older' sister!

I had my millionth orgasm and felt Simon flooding my body out. Simon was pumping so much spunk up onto me that it was jetting out of my body and all over the towel covering the bed sheet. Simon pulled his cock out of me, he shrank down very fast after he climaxed, his cock looked more like Martin's cock now, only Simon's cock was flaccid and Martin's cock was hard.

Simon pulled me into the shower room and we showered together while Martin and Debby fucked like rabbits.

"I was surprised that I didn't bleed, it was my first time, it really was!"

"You put in your CV that you were a competitive gymnast up until last year, that kind of exercise often breaks a girl's hymen."

There was the sound of a telephone ringing in the main office, Martin pulled the call into bedroom number one, he was talking to someone named Anna. Simon asked what Anna wanted.

"She's made a date for three o'clock but the outside door is locked."

"Go and let her in, tell her to use bedroom number two...and then you can look after reception until someone wants you!"

Simon went to a chest of drawers and he took out a see through nighty, then he picked my school uniform, he held the nighty in his left hand and my uniform in his right, "It's up to you, you can put your school uniform back on and go home or you can put this nighty on and do a few hours work!"

"Well, I'm a bit sore, it wasn't easy taking your monster cock in me on only my second time."

"Well then, just get dressed and go home."

"I need the money."

"Well then, put the nighty on and we'll see if we can get you a customer or two before you want to go home."

I heard Anna going into bedroom number two, Debby was still lying on the bed that we'd both just been fucked on, Simon got dressed and left us alone together.

"You are only thirteen like me Debby?"

"Yes I am."

"And Martin is your younger twin brother?"

"He is."

"How come he drives a car with a personalised number plate on it?"

"Martin is a very good driver, he's never been stopped by the police, not once."

"How does a thirteen year old boy get road tax or insurance to be able to drive a car?"

Debby laughed at my question, "That isn't really his registration number, he just paid a car shop to make him the plates up for fifteen quid. The real car with that number plate on it is in London, somewhere in Kensington!"

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"But he drove me home last night!"

"I know, I phoned him up while he was driving you home..." Debby altered her voice, put on a London accent, "...Martin, this is Vanessa..."

"That was you?"

Debby nodded her head and grinned at me, "I put you forward for this gig, I had to plant the idea of sex for cash in your head last night so if you came back today you'd be in the right frame of mind."

I heard Martin's voice from the reception, "How can I help you sir?"

"I have an appointment with Anna!"

"She's waiting for you in bedroom number two...that will be one hundred pounds please...thank you"

I heard the footsteps as the man walked into bedroom number two, the sounds of sex were unmistakable, Debby closed the shower room door and cut out the sounds of sex from bedroom number two.

The telephone in room one rang, Debby picked it up and spoke to Martin, "Okay, I'll press ready when I'm back in my bedroom and ready for him."

I was wearing just a very see through nighty and I was sitting on the bed as there was nowhere else to sit.

The telephone rang again, Martin said, "I've got a customer, are you ready to take him?"

"Yes!"

I'd tried to sound confident but my voice came out very squeaky.

I opened the door and waited, I heard Martin say, "That will be one hundred pounds please...thank you!"

The hidden door opened and an elderly man walked in, "Hi, are you Sarah?"

I nodded my head and stepped further into the room to let the man come in.

He pulled me into his arms as he kicked the door closed, we kissed for a minute standing at the foot of the mattress. That was a change for me, kissing an adult who wasn't my father or a boy of my own age and my first kiss with tongue.

He pulled my nighty off so that I was standing naked in front of him, "Martin tells me that today is your first time here!"

I nodded my head.

"Will you suck my cock for me before we start?"

I must have looked totally shocked because he said, "If you will, I'll give you a twenty pound tip!"

I just said, 'Well, you're only here for the money!' to myself and nodded my head again.

I had to undress him, stripping him totally naked and he gave me twenty pounds to suck his cock for him, he even taught me how he wanted me to suck him. He stopped me getting him off and after twenty minutes he climbed on top of me and fucked me for half an hour solid before filling my cunt with my third load of semen of the afternoon.

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I watched the man dress and walked to the door with him before washing my pussy clean of his spunk.

I pulled the nighty on again and opened the bedroom door. It was six o'clock now and men were coming and going all the time, Martin walked through the hidden door holding hands with a man and leading him to the first stairway, I saw Simon was now on the reception desk and two men were sitting drinking coffee. Simon saw me as the door closed between the reception office and the passageway to the bedrooms, the door opened again, "How did it go?"

"It was okay..." I whispered, "...he gave me twenty pounds to suck him...what do I do with it?"

Simon smiled at me, "Good girl, everything the punter gives you in the room is yours to keep...now, do you want another customer? I have two men waiting."

I nodded my head.

"Are you ready now?"

"Yes."

"Well, just come out into reception."

I was a little nervous, I was after all almost naked, the nighty was totally see trough but I followed Simon back into the reception.

"Gentlemen, This is Sarah, she very new to the work, would either of you like to join her or would you rather wait for the girls that you asked me for?"

The man who put his hand up was younger than the other, younger than the man I'd just been with as well.

"Okay then, just the one hundred pounds to pay and you can go off with Sarah to bedroom number one."

My second customer was quicker than the first, all he wanted to do was open his trousers amd get on top of me, he didn't even take my nighty off. Again, after he'd finished shooting in my pussy, I washed myself out and the door opened again, Simon walked in, "Martin's finished with his customer, shall I tell him to take you home?"

"Am I finished?"

"I think you've done enough for your first day. You can come back tomorrow after school, we're a lot busier on a Friday afternoon, you can work up until midnight if you like, you'll have to take a taxi home tomorrow...but don't worry, you'll make more than enough to be able to afford a taxi home after work on a Friday."

I got dressed and slung my satchel over my shoulder and walked out into reception, I had the twenty pounds for sucking the first guy off and my second punter had given me ten pounds after he finished so I'd made as much in three hours of fun as I would have made after fifteen hours of cleaning an office.

Simon kissed me goodbye as I walked out into the reception area, he handed me a hundred pounds, my share of the fee that my two customers had paid to use me for sex, so the thirty pounds that I was absolutely delighted with suddenly jumped to one hundred and thirty pounds. I could go crazy now on Saturday when I took my shopping trip, new tights, make-up, perhaps even some new underwear as well.

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