Michelle thought she had been careful; she thought she had covered her tracks well enough. She had waited for her husband to leave to go to work and given him time to get well on his way.
She had driven to the next town over so she wouldn’t bump into anyone she knew. She had even given James a cover story in case he called the house and she didn’t answer. She had her bases covered. Well, almost.
Michelle Stewart looked like the stereotypical American housewife. At twenty-eight years old, she had a husband and a very nice home… she had a tight hold on the good life, to be sure. James was a good husband and provider and she loved him very much.
But in order to be that good provider, James had to work long hours at the office. Which left Michelle alone and bored, just puttering around the house by herself.
Sure she had her housework, but that usually only took a couple of hours each day to take care of. She saved the laundry to do over the weekend, so during the week, she had little to occupy the day.
One day about a year ago now, Katie, her friend from across the street, had come over for coffee and to catch up on the latest gossip.
“Michelle, is there something wrong? I’ve been here for twenty minutes and you’ve hardly said more than two words. And you haven’t touched your coffee. Is something bugging you, hon?” she asked.
“Sorry, it’s just… no, it’s nothing. I’m okay,” Michelle said.
“Honey, you and I are best friends and as friends, I hope you feel you can talk to me… about anything. Now if there is something bothering you, then it’s going to bother me, especially if you won’t talk to me about it. So tell me, please, what’s going on?” Katie said.
“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you can’t repeat this to anyone–especially James. Understand? The thing, is I am bored to tears! I mean I love James and all, and he is good to me, but he goes off to work and leaves me here all by myself with nothing to do!
“I get my housework done in only a couple hours if that since he got me that new dishwasher. And we eat out as much as we eat at home. So really I have little to do all day but watch TV. And that is so old anymore!” Michelle said.
“Geez, Michelle, I didn’t realize things were so bad for you!” Katie said.
“Oh, it’s not. I mean, James is a wonderful man and a great provider. I don’t lack for anything around here. It’s just that I don’t have anything to do!
“When I married James, I thought the only thing I wanted was to be the doting, happy, housewife and take care of him and the house–you know the classic Ozzie and Harriet TV housewife.
“And at the beginning I was happy. But Katie, that fantasy quickly turned into a grind and now it’s a nightmare! I almost hate getting up in the mornings, because I know I will just be pacing the floor and flipping the channels on the TV remote in a short while. It’s a good thing James and I aren’t drinkers or I’d be passed out drunk most of the day just to get through it!” Michelle said.
“Oh my God, Michelle!”
“Well, have you thought about talking to James about you going to work? I mean I know you don’t really need the money, but it would give you something to do during the day. And the money you make could go towards a nice little nest egg for you and James,” Katie suggested.
“Oh no, James is dead set against me working! He thinks that if he can’t keep me in the good life on his income, he shouldn’t be married to me. He is the provider, and he makes the money. My job is to take care of the home. I know it’s a pretty Neanderthal way of thinking, but that’s what he believes!” Michelle said.
“Yeah, James is kind of a dinosaur, isn’t he!” Katie and Michelle giggled and laughed at James’ expense.
But it did get Michelle thinking. If she could figure out a way to work without James knowing about it…
A couple of days later, Katie was over for another visit when Michelle brought up the subject of working again. “I’m at a loss, Katie, I just don’t know what I could do that James wouldn’t find out somehow. Regular jobs have hours that would keep me too late and James would wonder why I wasn’t home when he got home.
“And part-time work is very hard to come by. I thought about becoming an Avon or Tupperware girl so I could set my own hours, but James would see all the supplies come in and start wondering. I don’t know what to do. James doesn’t want me working at all so working from home is out,” Michelle threw her hands up in exasperation.
“Well, sweetie I have an idea… it’s kind of out there, but it just might work if you are really interested in working and keeping busy,” Katie said.
“At this point Katie I’m willing to do about anything! What’s this idea?” Michelle said.
“Well when I was in college, I got in a bind, financially. I was in my second year of college and about to start my third, when the grant I was going to school on dried up. Now, I could have just gone home with my tail between my legs and wasted the two years of school I had done already. Or I could stick it out and try to find a way to pay for school.
“My room and board, thankfully, had been taken care of. All I needed was tuition, books, and personal items. But finding a job close enough to school was next to impossible. A friend told me of a place where a few girls had gone to get monetary help and I went there.
“It was a brothel, and the girls were college girls working their way through school. It was all very hush-hush, for obvious reasons, but working there I paid for college easily and even managed to save enough to buy a car and have some money put away for the time between graduation and getting my first job.
“A brothel! You mean with hookers kind of brothel?” Michelle gasped.
“Yes. Ms. Alison has a few girls there who provide services for men who can’t or don’t get what they need at home. She runs a very nice place really–it’s always kept clean, the girls know and follow the rules and she makes sure the men do too.
“It’s not like what you see in the movies or TV–this place looks more like a home than anything else. Hell, if you didn’t know better, you would think it was a home!” Katie said.
“Yeah, but it’s not. It’s a whorehouse!” Michelle said, shocked that her best friend was once a prostitute!
“This is true. But you are telling me you are going stir crazy here alone. You want to work to alleviate your boredom, but you can’t find a job that you can set your own hours and that is discrete enough to keep James from finding out. And didn’t you tell me also that with James working so much, your other “needs” weren’t getting as met as you would like them?
“Well this job hits all those marks and, frankly, it’s fun too. Having men fawn all over you and want you like that is a real ego boost, let me tell you!” Katie said grinning from ear to ear.
“But is it… safe? You know, with all the things you could catch?” Michelle asked.
“It safer than going to the grocery store! All the men are required to wear condoms, supplied by Ms. Alison. And there are three big, brawny, bouncers in case anyone has a disagreement on any of the rules! Ms. Alison takes very good care of her girls–she has to, because any publicity would put her out of business,” Katie explained.
“I don’t know, Katie… this is pretty extreme…” Michelle said.
“Well, just think about it, sweetie. Think about it and let me know. If you want to go through with it or even just find out more about it, I can get hold of Ms. Alison and she can go over any questions or concerns–will you at least think it over?” Katie asked.
“Yes, I will think it over. I promise,” Michelle said.
Michelle remembered the conversations as if they had just happened yesterday. And true to her word, she had thought about it. A lot.
She had lain awake for the next few nights thinking about the possibilities, weighing the pros and cons, and trying to figure out the logistics; when she could work and when she had to be home, how to explain her absence if James should call or come home unexpectedly, and what she would do with any money she made.
Everything would have to be in place and all avenues covered if she was going to do this. If James ever found out, she’d be in divorce court before she could have a chance to explain!
She also thought about how such a job could benefit her sexually. Katie was right, she had complained about her lacking sex life. James was a wonderful lover when he and Michelle made love. But those times kept getting further and further apart as he tried to keep his house running.
And Michelle was just now coming into her sexual peak. With nothing but her plastic boyfriend and the occasional cucumber to keep her satisfied, she was getting more and more frustrated. This might just be the thing to help in that department as well!
And so a few days after their last conversation on the subject, Michelle had agreed to go talk to Ms. Alison and find out more about this wild idea.
Katie had come along both as moral support and to smooth the way for her friend to get comfortable in the foreign environment she was entering. Michelle had never been in anything like Ms. Alison’s; she’d never even been inside a strip club or an adult sex toys shop! She got embarrassed when going to the local lingerie boutique!
But Ms. Alison’s charming ways and friendly personality had put Michelle at ease almost immediately. Ms. Alison showed Michelle around, introduced her to some of the girls (all of them college girls and younger than her!), and made her feel as if they were sitting in her living room chatting over tea.
Michelle remembered her concern that with all the girls younger and prettier than her, she might not be of much use to Ms. Alison. But Ms. Alison quickly calmed that fear, telling her that she had a lot of men friends who would love to be with a woman who was more experienced and knew what she wanted.
She had told Michelle that while the other girls were younger, they really didn’t have the expertise that only comes when you are mature enough to take your time with a gentleman. And that she would be a breath of fresh air in her house.
And so, after a couple of hours of talking and discussing Ms. Alison’s house rules and Michelle’s particular need for discretion, Michelle had agreed to give it a try, just to see if she could even go through with it!
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That was a year ago and while the first few times she had been with a customer–a “john” as they are called–was difficult, she got past it and now it was no big deal. It was just a business arrangement. She was providing a service. And although most of her “john’s” were just that, men needing her services, occasionally she would come across one that would give as good as he got!
But Michelle always kept her relationship with James in the forefront of her mind. She loved her husband and while she might be having sex with other men, it meant nothing to her. She loved James and only him.
As usual, Michelle parked her car around the back of the house in a well-lit parking area set aside for the girls. The parking area was close to the back door of the house so that the bouncers could come out quickly should one of the girls get hassled going to her car. She got out of the car and then got out the makeup case and garment bag with her outfits in it.
She went in through the back door as she had many times before waving sweetly to one of the boys watching the back door. All three of Ms. Alison’s boys–affectionately called “the goon squad” or “goonies”–wore personal two-way radios and one was stationed at the back door, one in the front living room, and one upstairs where the girls worked.
At a single call for help, all three would converge on the trouble and quickly snuff it out, usually by throwing the offender out the front door so other customers could see what happens if they crossed the line!
Michelle went upstairs and found an unoccupied room to call hers for her shift. She set out her makeup case on her dresser and hung up her outfits. She had brought two changes of clothes for this shift–one was a red sheer babydoll with red embroidered hearts all over it, the cups were the only part that wasn’t sheer. The matching panty was sheer except for the front panel that covered her pussy.
The other outfit was a black floor-length sheer gown with a deep front V nearly to her waist, a deep scooped back, and a slit up one side to her hip. Under the gown, she wore the skimpiest of thong panties along with her shimmering silver CFM heels.
She picked out the gown to start off with, changing out of her street clothes and getting herself ready to get the shift started. When she had changed clothes, she went into the attached bathroom and began putting on her makeup.
Since she started working at Ms. Alison’s, Michelle had learned a lot about selling herself and attracting a man. And one thing she learned was makeup tips. She knew she looked especially desirable with dark pornstar-type eye makeup and red glossy lipstick.
Once she had finished getting ready, she left the room to go downstairs. She flipped the indicator flag over the door to let the other girls know that this room was taken and then went on downstairs.
She took up a place on the large loveseat facing the front door so she would be the first thing a customer would see coming in the door. She sat there semi-reclined with her gown spread out and her leg exposed through the slit.
Michelle didn’t have to wait long for her first customer of the day. Only about twenty minutes after she got downstairs and was ready, a man came in looking for a “date”. That’s what Ms. Alison had told her to call them–it sounded more personal and romantic than just saying he was here for a quick fuck.
“Hi there, my name is Michelle. You look like a man who likes to have fun. I like to have fun too. I know where we can go to have a real good time. Are you interested?” she asked.
Michelle knew you had to approach this first conversation a certain way. The vice cops were known to try to trip you up and get you to talk money first. If they could get you to even hint that this was a pay-for-play arrangement, they could get you on solicitation and shut the whole house down. As long as you didn’t mention money first you were okay, it wasn’t entrapment.
(note: this definition is for the story alone–it may or may not be legally sound in real life)
After assuring that the gentleman was legit and not an undercover or vice cop, Michelle took him up to her room, walking arm in arm with him and cooing over how strong he was and how big his muscles were. She knew to play on his ego and make him feel more virile and manly than he may feel already.
She knew that for a man, going into a whorehouse to get laid smacked of desperation and unless you were really into hookers, it made a lot of men feel less desirable and like they had to pay for sex because they weren’t good enough to find it on their own. So she built her gentleman caller up until he felt like a real stud and was ready to show her.
Once he had undressed and lay on the bed on his back, she got at the foot of the bed and crawled up his body. “Mmm, baby, I’m going to be so good to you… I’m going to treat you right, you just wait,” she cooed as she crawled up between his legs.
She got up to where her face was even with his crotch and she took hold of his hard cock and ran a red-tipped fingernail up the length of the shaft playing with the meatpole and giggling when it twitched.
“Ohh, baby this is going to feel so good in my hot, tight, little pussy. Oh, God, I’m so wet for you already lover!” she moaned softly.
She tore the corner of the condom wrapper with her teeth and put the rubber in her mouth. Then with a combination of sucking and rolling the condom down his shaft, she sheathed his tool in the rubber and got him harder and ready for her pussy at the same time.
Michelle moved up until she straddled him, his cock laid against his stomach and she rubbed her wet pussy up and down the underside of his cock and she moaned and whimpered her desire for it.
“Oh baby, please! Please let me stick this big fat cock in my tiny pussy! Oh God, I want you to shove this beautiful cock deep in me darling, and stretch my little pussy so wide. Please, baby, please put it in me! Please, please, please!” she cried. She knew that a lot of men liked to hear a woman beg for it.
She raised up and he pointed his cock toward her wet glistening hole. Michelle had kept her pussy shaved except for a small patch of blond fur above her clit since she had started working there.
She had gotten the tip from another of the girls there, and now it was just the way she groomed it. And her men friends seemed to like it that way too. Michelle loved to be eaten out and nothing ruins a good dining experience quicker than spitting out hairs!
She lowered herself down just a bit to tease her pussy on his cock tip until she couldn’t stand it anymore and slid down his pole like a fireman, moaning and groaning the whole length.
“Oh God, baby, your cock is filling me up so full! Oh, I love your sweet cock, baby! Yes! Now fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like you hate me, baby! I want it hard and fast and deep! Pound a hole in this pussy!” she cried out.
And he began to do exactly that. He rolled them both over so that she was under him, on her belly and he was pounding into her pussy from behind. He slammed into her so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of her each time, causing her to grunt and moan as he bounced on her.
But the man had gotten himself too worked up to last very long. It was a common occurrence in her line of work and she often considered it a compliment that she could get a man so horny he couldn’t handle himself.
Of course, there were times–lots of them–that she wished she wasn’t so damn efficient because she would like to cum once in a while too. But this guy wasn’t doing it for her, even though she made it seem like he was a regular Don Juan in the sack.
A few moments later she could feel him swell inside her and she knew he was at his end. A stroke or two later and she heard him groan and felt the sudden rush of heat at the very bottom of her cunt. She knew he had just cum and filled the end of the condom with his white heat.
She gave him a couple of moments inside her just to enjoy himself and then he got up and pulled out with a wet plop. She helped him take off the sticky used rubber and tossed it in the trash. She gave him a couple of tissues from her nightstand to clean up with then he went and got dressed.
He fished his wallet out of his pants pocket and handed her the agreed-upon sum of money.
“How was I? Did you have a good time?” he asked.
This was a classic question she was asked nearly every day by one john or another and she always told them they were the best she’d had in a long, long time. It made them feel good even if they weren’t very skilled. After all, a happy john is a repeat john and if he left thinking he was some great lover, what’s the harm?
