1. The Third Whore, or No A for Effort


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    I was a specialist, called in when other women couldn't -- or wouldn't -- serve the particular needs of a very particular client. The work was erratic, but it suited me. I no longer had any interest in working a five day a week grind, even if the hours were anything but nine to five. Despite the notion that sex work is a wild, uninhibited enterprise, when done at the highest levels, it is actually quite predictable and stable. A convention of anesthesiologists in town? The "regular" girls could count on two, maybe three gigs a day for the duration of the conference. And if all you're doing is fucking and sucking, that pace is eminently doable, even if it requires a lot of lube, concentration and spare sets of lingerie. And once the anesthesiologists have left town they're replaced by a conference for wealth managers or private equity executives or some other group of affluent and entitled men. There was always another batch of fresh johns to augment my employer's work with the local Wall Streeters, our bread and butter. Market up a hundred points? Celebrate with a hooker, some coke and wallow in your brilliance. Market down two hundred? Get a bottle of Johnnie Walker (Gold Label, at a minimum, preferably Blue), bring in a pro who knows how to give the kind of blow job that reminds you that you're a Stud, a Killer, a Fucking Animal. Turbulence of the economy begets turbulence of the libido. And turbulence of the libido is great for business. Counter-cyclical doesn't capture ...
    the sex industry. It's an industry that transcends business cycles. So long as men have cocks and wallets, my colleagues and I will empty both. My beat was more rarefied than run of the mill prostitution. Sure, I offered the basic "half and half" - the mix of conventional and oral sex that is the essential service of the sex industry - but my context was entirely different. Some clients wanted that fundamental action wrapped in perversion and deviancy, and very few of the girls had a flair for kink or the stomach to engage in a client's psychosexual debris. Virtually all of my work was as a top. I can tie knots like a sailor and give the order "crawl" like a drill sergeant. My approach could also be seductive. I can manipulate like a shrink, teasing and toying my counterpart into craving increasingly vicious and painful torments. It gave me immense satisfaction to administer the most brutal caning or spanking while still insuring the gentleman maintained a rock hard erection. Endorphins can act in opposition to arousal, but I was expert at keeping my client's cock engaged and eager. This kind of attention to detail was what gained me a premium relative to the other ladies and insured I only had to work whenever the mood struck. The clients knew that time with me would be excruciating in all the best ways. Although most of my work was as a dominatrix, every now and then, the agency asked me if I'd work as a submissive. Having an intimate knowledge of BDSM and a curiosity about ...
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