A catty intermezzo

I realise that barring Maddam and Candy Barr, I failed to share my other whore/work colleagues - from Maddam I understand there are around 30 girls in total in her stable. On an average day about 10 to 15 of us are there as not everyone works full time. To date my introduction and relationship with the other girls had been cordial but that pleasant quiet state was disrupted today. The older women by and large seemed to have a live an let live attitude and did not feel threatened by my younger fresher looks, but there was a fox-faced blonde that called herself Crystal Math who had sneered at me from the first encounter when Maddam introduced us.

"You fleeced that poor blind guy 'Bunny' he paid for an hour and you got his rocks off in 10mn, this will give our house a bad rep."

My objections seemed to rouse her more and she was backed up by a young French Canadian girl that went by the name of Cora (pronounce Kohr-AAH) Pearl. She was a brunette wearing a lot more make-up than most girls and dressed to the nines, she had had her eye on my accountant when he came in but he obviously missed her. The cloud of girlish Anais Anais perfume of Cacharel that wafted around her should have been obvious even to the legally blind but to her discomfiture he chose me.

"He just took you because you are fresh meat with your tiny teenage tits - its all you've got. Crystal and I we know how to really please a man and give him full value." She arched her back, drawing in her tummy and doing the old tits and arse out. She was a beautiful curvy woman and momentarily I felt insecure enough to be provoked.

"At least I don't wear cheap perfumes meant for 14 year olds. I spent all of my first earnings on these." I proudly displayed the lingerie I bought in the female department of American Eagle, a brand called Aerie I could never before afford and stuck out my pink heels by Jen Shuo.

Crystal and Cora burst out laughing - worst of all for me - practically all the other girls did too. To my girlish mind the delightful formfitting (and comfortable as well as sexy!) underwear and ultra-high heels were sophisticated and expensive just as my new GAP designer bag in my locker, however it seemed my purchases were way below REAL items of fashion. I was on the receiving end of a near endless list of better brands that I should wear if I was to have any future as a working girl. The bullying only stopped when two tattooed bikers came in - full patched gear and glancing around the room. We fell in line along the wall where I stood between Cora - who ignored me - and Samora a half Indian girl who was generally quiet. Discretely she slipped her hand in mine - to be honest at the moment I needed such a touch. After my tryst with Elle my first thought was 69-ing with Samora which I dispelled as quickly as I could from my mind - she probably just wanted to comfort me.