1. Saffron, Schoolgirl? Stripper? Hooker? part 2


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Boys/Teen Female, Female exhibitionist, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Reluctance, Water Sports/Pissing, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Note Reading part 1 first is recommended. Saffron was an innocent 18 yer old in her last year at school when her cousin and his friend frst took her to a strip club. Now a week later she returns for the money she belives she is owed for stripping, pole dancing and having sex with punters. Saffron Part 2 The street glistened wetly after the morning’s rain as Saffron walked slowly along seeking the club where Charles and Sebastian had taken her the weekend before and where, though she could hardly believe it looking back, she had performed on the pole dancing pole, and even had sex for money. The evening had been cut short by a police raid, she escaped but without collecting her earnings which she felt particularly aggrieved about and somewhat naively she was now intent on claiming. She felt uneasy now as she came closer to the club, less certain of the outcome. Her mother thought she was seeing a friend but instead she had taken the train from Pewsey in Wiltshire to Paddington and the tube to the nearest station before trying to remember just where the club was. She found the club, an anonymous green ground floor door which she remembered lead to a flight of stairs to a first floor club, but the door was shut and very firmly bolted, and there was no door bell or knocker to announce her arrival just a clearly broken intercom. She turned away then after thinking about it for a moment she made her way methodically to the next cross roads, turned right and then turned right again ...
    into a back alley barely wide enough for a car and counting windows she worked her way round to the back of the club. The back entrances were roller shutter doors mainly but by counting upstairs windows she found an iron fire escape which descended one window short of opposite where she thought the door would be so as there was no obvious ground floor door she started to climb the iron steps. A walkway led to a windowless door, she tried the handle and to her surprise it opened into a short unlit corridor. “Daisy, that you?” someone asked. “No, it’s Saffron, I think I’m owed some wages from last week?” she said into the gloom she said as she walked gingerly towards the sound of the voice. “Last week?” someone queried. “Yes, I did a few, ah, tricks,” she said awkwardly as she turned through a doorway into a large room lit by the glow of a computer screen,”Last Saturday.” “Oh right, I guess you’re that school girl who acts like a whore?” the voice asked. “Er not exactly,” Saffron explained, “But the police came.” “Right, Harry told us,” the voice said as Saffron’s eyes became accustomed to the gloom and she saw the room was dominated by a large table like a boardroom table and at one end a young afro carribean guy in an expensive light grey suit was sitting quietly behind the computer monitor. “You don’t look much like a whore or a school girl.” Saffron agreed, in her tight denim jeans and shapeless cardigan, padded jacket and trainers she cut a figure of naive innocence, “No, ...
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