"How many can I screw when I learn?"
"Many as you want, honey. Some of the girls take care of ten guys a day. Some only do one or two. Depends on your mood. We only got one rule here. If you get out of whack one day and don't feel like fixing a guy up, you gotta tell me.
Remember, a man can tell when you ain't enjoying yourself. Turns 'em off quick.
Then they go someplace else next time they need to bust their nuts."
She even let me watch the people who like to get whipped. I didn't like that very much even if most of the whipping was pretend pain, and she even let me see the Blue Room.
"This is where we fuck housewives." Claudia was proud of the luxurious room.
"You mean we have to be lesbians sometimes?"
"Not very often. Oh sure, some of the females who come here to get fixed up like one of my girls to make love to them. But mostly we get housewives, females who need a change of pace. We get them a good fuck."
"I didn't see any male whores around the place."
"No, I don't let 'em live here with us girls. That'd be asking for orgies among our own people. Bad for business. So I got a little phone book. Numbers for men who want to come and fuck a housewife. I give 'em a call and they hop right over. Works out great. We do such a good business with it I was thinking of adding a new wing to the house, special for married fuckers. We make double money here."
"I didn't know women went to whorehouses, Claudia."
"Hell yes they do! In France it's a big thing. Over there we all keep a lover, we all have affairs, and it's expected. And they have houses just made for women, a place they can go to get laid. There's a board on the front wall and we call it a Peg Board. Shows the different sizes of cocks for the male whores inside. A housewife picks out the one she wants and has herself a nice afternoon. Costs plenty though, because a man ain't like a woman. Us girls can fuck all night but a guy ain't much good except once a day."
I was surprised that some of Claudia's girls were so homely. Fat, old, skinny, warts on the face, flabby tits, varicose veins, peroxide hair, it was all there.
"Men like a change," she explained. "Sometimes they like it weird, especially if they been drinking. I even had one old black lady, must've been sixty-five.
Snaggle teeth and her tits laid on her chest like fried eggs. Made more money than any of us! Honest to god, Angie, when a guy comes to get laid there ain't no telling what he wants!"
I got the biggest kick from watching Gloria, a whore with long black hair and perfect breasts. She was a real beauty and she liked her screwing something awful. Claudia said she was a real nympho and I believed it when she got a guy in her room. The man was handsome with wavy hair and dimples in his cheeks. He was half drunk, and he had a prick that I fell in love with. A nice uncircumcised cock about nine inches, all busting with male hormones.
"Do it to me, honey!" Gloria screamed with delight while that guy was pounding on her twat. "Stick it in deep, honey! Oooooooo! Yeeeeeeecee!"
The guy fucked her furiously for ten minutes, never missing a stroke, and then he twirled over on the bed. Until Gloria was on top of him. They fucked that way for a while and all the time Gloria was screaming.
"Fuck me, honey! Do it harder, honey! Aaaaarrrggghhh!"
I thought the guy was gonna shoot but instead he stood up from the bed, with Gloria's legs wrapped around his waist, and he walk-fucked her right across the room.
"Do it!" Gloria screamed. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
He was doing it. I could see his beautiful cock sunk into her cunt while the juices from her pussy were so prolific the love-slippings got to running right down his hairy belly, while they staggered around the room fucking like maniacs. I tried to hold back but couldn't help little orgasm with them when they fell to the floor and got their cookies together.
It was obvious I had a lot to learn if I was gonna make a bundle with my screwing. A girl would have to pace herself and make sure the guy got satisfied. And that wasn't going to be easy. How could you keep your mind on business, when you had a strange beautiful peter sunk deep in your vagina!
It was ten at night when Claudia informed me she had a call from a housewife. A woman who had been to her place before." I hate to take her money," Claudia said. "I know they got a hard go of it to make ends meet. But we gotta take care of us first. Keep that in: mind, Angie."
I kept it m mind until the man arrived who was supposed to fuck the housewife.
What a great looking guy! Broad shoulders, a winning smile, and he was dressed fit to kill. His suit must have cost a couple hundred and the diamond ring on his finger was a karat at least. I wanted to fuck him myself but Claudia wouldn't let me interfere.
"Damn it, Angie, we gotta take care of business!"
She wouldn't even let me in the room when they got to fucking.
"Housewives are funny," she said. "They don't want nobody to know what they're up to, so we'll have to use the one-way mirror."
We got into the next room and watched through the spy mirror as that guy went to work on the housewife. He knew what he wanted even when the woman was hesitant, and for a minute it looked like she was gonna chicken out. But the man threw her on the bed and started to rip at her clothes while she bellowed with outrage. It was hard to hear except when she got to screaming, and I guess that guy was yelling just as bad. They really got themselves a beautiful little fuck and I noticed she gave him her address afterward. He was writing down a phone number or something while she kept kissing him all over his naked body.
She was really hungry, and even if he couldn't get it all up again they went ahead and had another little fuck. Two for the price of one.
"That's the problem with his kind of thing," Claudia Sighed. "Every, time I get two of these fuckers together they take phone numbers. Then they meet and fuck for a couple months on the sly. I lose a lot of cash that way. Maybe I won't build that new wing after all."
She still wouldn't let me screw anybody but she told me she had me up for auction.
"What d'ya mean, Claudia?"
"All the guys wanta fuck a kid, Angie. They see you and they want you. So I got this idea, see? I tell them what the score is, that you ain't never fucked for cash before, and they're getting a near-virgin. The one who comes up with the most cash gets you first. Hell, I already got it up to a hundred-fifty for one night!"
There was no need to mention my little bank account just then, so I let Claudia do her thing. While I wandered around the whorehouse learning the tricks of my trade. It was a great profession, one that offered constant pleasure and a sweet future. I really felt it most when I was at school during the day. I sat in my classes and watched the other girls make eyes at fellows or saw the way they strutted down the hall trying to attract attention. There wasn't anything taught at school half so important as the natural fire they already had in their blood, and I felt sorry for my classmates. Most of them, would end up married to a guy who kicked the shit out of them, or who went "bowling with the boys" twice a week, while they stayed home dreaming of a prince charming who could take them out of the mess they got into. They were destined to spend a lifetime dreaming about strange cocks and balls while they peeled potatoes or dreaded the bills coming in the mail.
The city was full of them already. Girls who were old long before their time, frustrated females who read the papers about women's lib and wondered why they were still stuck with a life that was dull.
I beat the rap.
Maybe it was out of desperation, or fear, but I slipped out of the harness early. And I wouldn't go back to a life of housewife drudgery for all the tea in China! My first little screw at the Vespers convinced me I took the right path. Claudia got two hundred twenty dollars for my first professional piece, and I gave that guy a thousand bucks worth of pussy. He was an older man, and his lips were trembling when he got me into a bedroom.