Free Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! by Kendall Swan Page B

feel her gaze on me. She seems
to want me to get a sense of her skills as a seductress, I assume.
I am still sitting back against the headboard of the bed in shorts,
sandals, and a tank top with my legs stretched out in front of
me.]
     
    “Is this how you seduce your
clients? You said your body is used to having many orgasms a day.
Is it like sleeping rhythms or something. You get turned on whether
you want to or not?”
     
    “That’s exactly what it’s
like. I never knew how to explain it before. I like that. Sleep
rhythms. Sex rhythms. That’s what I have. I’m like an athlete. I
use my body to make my living. I have trained and pushed it to
perform at a certain level and that is what it is used to. Hold on.
I need to stop talking.”
     
    [Annabelle shuts her eyes
and rubs her clit more vigorously. She reaches up and grabs one of
her voluptuous breasts with her other hand over her nightie. Her
breathing is growing shorter and faster. She leans back on the bed
and is almost smacking her clit with her fingers. She moans. Her
legs are open and I am able to see the entire show. She pushes
three fingers inside her pussy and they come out wet. She rubs her
clit again and pinches her nipple with the hand on her breast.
Apparently that does it. From my point of view, I can see faint
traces of her inner muscles clenching in orgasm. More clear wetness
oozes out of her. Her body relaxes as the clenching slows down. She
sits back up with a smile and asks for me to hand her the tissue
box on the end table. I do and she wipes her fingers and then her
outer lips. ]
     
    “This bedspread sees enough
paid action. No need to get it all wet from just me,” she says
cheerily and giggles.
     
    “Wow, you came in under five
minutes with just your fingers. Impressive,” I say.
     
    “You know that about me,
silly. Now what else do you want to know?”
     
    “How much money do you
make?” I ask.
     
    “Ahhh, yes. A love of sex
and money, isn’t that why we’re all here? Well, as you know, there
is a huge range. Once, a long time ago I only made $250. That was
when I first started here. I didn’t have a client base built up and
my nervousness came through in the audition. But one day I made
close to $35,000 in 18 hours. I got a couple of rich guys and had a
lot of buys of my masturbation video on the website.”
     
    “Good haul, then. But wait,
you were nervous? Talk about that. And explain what the audition
is.”
     
    “The first week or so I was
nervous. Not with the Johns. They were all great. But there is a
pretty tight group here. And before the great firing, those girls
were all a little territorial and suspicious of new hires. They
gave me dirty looks sometimes and didn’t want to party together
before or after the night shift like everyone does now. My only
solace was the sex—and the money. That was nice. But then I got my
regulars and those girls that were left eventually accepted me. And
here we are.
     
    “And the audition? Can you
explain that for our readers?”

     
    “Yeah, that’s one of the
things that happens at a brothel, I guess. It gets annoying
sometimes but it’s money and it’s new business, so you have no
choice but to love it. When a customer comes in and doesn’t have a
specific girl in mind, a bell rings and those of us not in a
session have to come to the front and line up for the John. You can
smile and make eyes but no overt gestures. It’s purely a cattle
call. It’s all about looks. I get a lot of business through the
auditions and some of them have become regulars so I’m thankful.
But that’s the whole point of a brothel, right?”
     
    “Overall, how do you feel
about your choice?” I ask.
     
    “Overall, great. I’m safe. I
make great money. Now the people are nice. I get paid to do what I
love—what’s not to love?”
     
    “Do you see yourself doing
this forever?”
    “Forever, no. For a while,
yes. I know that I will age and won’t be able to make the same
amount.