You might look at me and think - white trash! Then again you might look and me and think - how much? Which ever it is, let me be clear when I say I like sex, and I am ok with it. I earn more than most, I have a black Mercedes parked on the drive of one of my three houses, the forth an apartment which I only use when family pop up.

That’s right, they don’t know what I do for a living. They would be shocked to think their innocent blonde to be working half the men on the strip! Not just the men either, in fact if I am honest I prefer the women to the men.

The woman pay better, and are always quiet when fucking. Not that that’s a good or bad thing, but it is slower and more seductive. After all I am only human and I want it as much as them, so why not enjoy it and get paid for it?

My last client is a regular. To him it’s like fish and chips on a Friday night. Georgie I call him, after George Clooney. I know what you are thinking and yes, you do get the good lookers as well as the frogs, to me men are men, they just like to stick it in and go!

Georgie has been rough with me today but he is like a kid really, he doesn’t know what to do with it most of the time and so I lead. He likes it when I am domineering. He likes whips, handcuffs and red lingerie and I try to accommodate and give him what he needs.

“Same time next week Red?” he asks as I open the door to let him out.

“I will be ready for you Georgie!” I say and tuck the £500 in notes down my cleavage.

“Great!” he says timidly - he is shy even after I have whipped his arse and sucked him off? I do not enjoy going down on a guy as much as I probably should but it was worth half the pay cheque so I got to my knees and went for it.

“Bye sweetie!” I tell him and close the door before he has time to say anymore.

I step inside and look around; its a mess! But that’s Ok, I have two hours before my next client and by the sounds of HER voice it was going to be something to look forward to.

She told me she had a boyfriend and had never been with a woman before, and she wanted to try without any consequences of a fall back. Nobody would know, just her and I.

“Do you want me to stock up on anything? Dildos, vibrators, champagne?” I asked her over the phone.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that… “she pauses and I think she's changing her mind. “I guess, all three?” she surprises me and I smile.

“Done!”

I am excited now thinking of her, though I have yet to see her. She could be 20 stone and in her 50’s, or a pretty brunette with tiny breasts. She could be like that tall woman in the bar last month that turned out to be a guy who shaved his legs and wore in a wig! It really doesn’t matter, I always cum!

I tidy each room and change the sheets - something I do at least 4 times a day and then check all my sex toys like I’m reading a tick list. I curl my hair a little and let it settle just below my shoulders and I dress in a sexy black dress that lingers at thigh length and sits low enough to show some cleavage. Once ready I place two glasses down and pop the bottle of the bubbly I bought earlier for the occasion, then I wait.

She is late and I think for a moment she might have chickened out and then proving me wrong I hear a knock at the door. I put my glass down - this being my second now, and hurry to the door to look through the spy hole.

She is petite, slim and has short black hair just passed her ears. I might be jumping the gun but I would go so far as to say she is VERY attractive! I giggle inwardly and remove the locks

“Hi…” she say’s nervously.

“Hi, Kay?” I ask and she nods. “I’m Red!” I open the door and welcome her in.

I close the door and watch her turn full circle, checking out the environment. “Its nice” she say’s shyly.

I step closer “here…” I say reaching for her shoulders to take her coat “Thank you, it’s just a small place, for work you know.” I explain about the choice of decor, its pretty with dotted lighting, but mature. It has sexy black sofa’s, a flat screen TV against the wall along with a selection of adult DVD’s and a bar.

“I like it, it reminds me of a Bond movie or something!” she smiles half heartedly, she is not sure if she is saying the right thing or not.

I place her coat on a hook by the front door and pick up her drink “Shaken not stirred?” I smile as I pass her the glass of Champaign purposely rubbing my fingers along hers as I do.

“Oh…” her eyes sparkle; she finds me funny.

She takes a sip and nods “I probably shouldn’t drink to much, I want to remember... it” she is honest and takes another sip.

I sit on the arm of the black leather sofa and cross my legs to show her a little leg “Ah, you will” I promise her and take a sip of my own drink.

I watch her stand there silently and I decide to make her comfortable by patting the sofa inviting her to join me. She sits down and continues to search the room.

“So, while we are getting comfortable do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” she shakes her head and I begin to earn my money by finding out what makes her tick. What turns her on!

Its not long before we are sat facing each other on the sofa, our knees touching and our hands quietly attempting more.

“So you like masturbation, most woman do but its like an unspoken fact.” I lean in gently place my hand on her thigh where her skirt is gaping.

“Yes!” she takes a deep breath as my hand travels “I like to watch” her neck falls back as I kiss her jaw line and down the arch of her neck.

“That’s only £100, but for you I will do it for…” I pull back and look in her eyes. For a moment I lose myself, if I was not in it for the money I’d say I would fuck her freely, and let her watch me just the same - nothing in return, but I can not do that.

“I only have “£400 on me…” she sighs.

“I tell you what, pay me the extra £100 by copying my every move - what do you say?” I whisper into her as my hand moves up between her legs and I run a finger over her protruding clit though her knickers making her hum from her throat.

“Ok!” she says with dry lips and nods eagerly.

I smile and pull away. I take my drink that is sat beside me and I finish the last of it - she does the same.

“Watch me touch myself!!” I command rather than ask and she seems game as I lean back against the back of the sofa and spread my legs.

I run my hand over my breasts and pinch the hard nipples over the black lace dress, opening and closing my mouth as I repeat it. She watches with fascination

“You do it” I tell her and watch her do as I have done. I can see her nipples through the white cotton top she is wearing and I enjoy her little moans as she circles them and follows my every move down my body between my legs.

My hand rubs in a single stroke over my dress and I hold my crutch for a moment to watch her hand hold herself. I pull up my dress so that it is to my hips and then I spread myself and place my hand over my knickers and wait for her to catch up.

She stands and unzips the back of her skirt. I am impressed that she is showing the initiative - or even having the confidence to and it is making me wetter than I’d expected. I watch the skirt slip easily from her slender waist and fall around her ankles. She steps out, her high heels still on her feet and then she sits down spreading her legs in her black knickers.

I search them and I can see a little hair beneath them, not much. She does the same and seems pleased to see I have a similar style.

After playing a little over the material I slip my hand underneath and whimper as my fingers trace down to feel myself dripping wet with excitement. NEVER in my life have I been this wet, not even when I had another woman use a 8inch black dildo on me! And for something as big as that to feel easy inside me, I can only imagine I must be about to have the biggest orgasm known to man!

TBC...