Defloration in the Day Room

I passed Nasira's room, only able to just make out her muffled moans. I was surprised to find that none of the doors had any way for someone outside to peek in on them. It is strange indeed that on this world, one must visit a brothel for absolute privacy. I passed a gentleman who was busy rubbing an African girl's behind before playfully spanking it, and arrived at the Day Room. The absolute shock of what I'd done hit me when I saw the rates.

Day Room Rules of Behavior
One Girl: 50 Pounds per hour, all positions
Two Girls: 150 Pounds per hour, no sodomy/ oral combinations
Blow only: 10 Pounds per 20 minutes
Yank: 5 Pounds per 10 minutes. You don't cum, you still have to go.
NO BITING, HITTING, OR STRANGLING

Room last Inspected: 4th Jan, C-rating, Inspector Phelps

I never imagined what it would be like to have one's "worth" as it were valued so cheaply. Mr Felix believed me sucking a penis for the first time was worth about 10 Pounds, the price one would be out if you were to purchase a pair of trousers instead. I held my hand to my mouth, and cried briefly. My father valued me enough to sell me to the Company. In return, he was able to save our villa from the British tax men. Here, my value was much, much diminished. It was this realization that made what happened next easier, in a way.

"Come on, love. Let's go in." A voice beside me said. I looked over at him. He was a dock worker with the lines that come with a hard life upon his face. His mustache was mostly gray with some hints of black to match his similarly colored thinning hair. It was as if I was in a dream. The door opened, and before I knew it I was inside. He took off his coat, and drew out a wad of messily folded money. "There we are, 50 quid." he said, setting it on the edge of the stained sink. I didn't know what else to do, so I sat on the uncomfortable mattress, the sheets long gone.

He was very cordial, very polite and patient. He had no malice in his eyes for me. To him, I was a girl with a particular job and that was that. He just wanted to relieve himself after a hard day's labor, I'm sure. As if an automaton, I started to unlace my corset. He similarly unceremoniously undressed, kicking his pants into discarded pile of clothes. I slid the corset forward, exposing my flesh to him. He smiled appreciatively as he stroked himself. He was pleasantly sculpted with a muscular chest and shoulders, but he was enormously hairy. I lifted my rear when he hooked the sides of my dress and slid it off my pale legs.

He liked what he saw, and patted the bed. "Lie on your stomach, love. You won't even have to look at me." And so I did. My tender breasts rubbed against the worth upholstery as he licked his hand and lubricated himself. I crossed my arms, and rested my chin on them. He weighed more than he looked, I felt, as he lay atop of me. I felt his warm penis slide up and down my labia. My eyes were wide and misty as he found the hole. He pushed forward, grunting out a comment about how tight I was. When his head touched my hymen, he stopped. "Oh Christ!" he said. He'd probably never been with a virgin.

"Go on then." I said distantly. I tried not to show it, but when he thrust forward, destroying my purity forever, it hurt like the Devil. He was slow and gentle, not going too fast or deep until I was ready. When he started to slide it into me with ease, something changed in me. Even here, on this bare mattress on a squeaking bed, I was enjoying this. Soon, my own rapid breathing joined his as our bodies met. I began to push back, meeting his thrusts as my face turned red. Now this, this is undoubtedly why so many people risk so much for sex. It is absolutely amazing.

He did not last long. He stabbed into me and held my hips there, my mouth open in a throaty moan as he filled my womb with his seed. His cock twitched inside of me, coating me with each heave. Finally, he exhaled, and staggered to his feet. "Don't look yet, love. Let me tidy up." he said. It was a great kindess he did for me. I never saw my virginal blood upon him, or any of the shameful juices we created. When he finally told me to roll over, he was already getting dressed. I lay on the mattress, only my pantyhose still upon me. I had a smile on my face.

He pulled another 5 pound from his pocket. "Um, for the...well...here." he said, laying on the sink as he opened the door. My dowry back home would have been worth a fortune in land rights. Here, it was worth the price of a decent ham. He never closed the door. I was so bewitched by how I was feeling that when the next man walked in, I was shocked. He put 10 Pounds on the sink, and quickly produced his cock. He was overweight, and never even removed his bowler hat.

"Go on then. I've only got 20 minutes." He said, shaking it at me. So, I sat up on the bed and sucked his cock. He had plenty of time to spare when he left me washing his seed off my body at the sink. Seems I was blending in pretty well.

It was an hour later when Mr Barlow finally found me. I was under a steel-eyed German, my knees pulled up to my chest. I was moaning loudly as he penetrated me deeply while pressing his thumb into my anus. "Ja Ja" he would say, his blonde hair shaking as he fucked me. My nails dug into his chest as I climaxed again and again. He drew his cock out, and quickly slid it into my anus. I erupted with pleasure, my eyes locked open as he slid it in. Quite a day of firsts I had.

When he finished, his jism leaked from my rectum in a long, white stream. It was then I saw Mr Barlow at the entrance. He was checking his pocketwatch. "Finished?" he asked. The German nodded, and smiled. He was still tucking his shirt in as he left. "So, what have you found out?" he asked, not looking at me. I was so caught up in the moment.

"I've found I enjoy sucking cock. And fucking." I said, reveling in the vulgarity of it. "Would you like to fuck me, Inspector?" I asked. He shook his head as swung my leg open invitingly.

"Very much so, Ms Duchamp, but we are on the clock and you, my dear, are a mess." he said. I suppose I was. I washed off, relating to him that the suspect would be unlikely to visit this establishment as it has rules against his preferred behavior. I told him I'd be a bit as I was waiting to talk to Nasira. He looked at me, somewhat shocked. "You are staying? Good God. Very well, I'll retrieve you this afternoon."

Nasira finally emerged with an elderly, but spry gentleman. She was veiled in her people's traditional bellydancing outfit, or what was left of it, anyway. She smiled and hugged me when she saw me. "So, you took the job?" she asked. I couldn't do anything but nod. The gentleman looked me up and down in all my nude glory. "Nasira, you should bring your friend next time." he said approvingly.

By the time I was done, I handed Mr Felix 150 dollars, his third of my take. I was sore, but I was happy, God knows why. I wouldn't do it now, but I would have gladly have had sex with Mr Barlow, or Kamal, or even the gentleman who first propositioned me on my walk. It wasn't until I returned to my room that the spell seamed to break. I sat on the bed, my vagina still tender. I'd slept with half a dozen me, and sucked off twice that today. The 500 Pounds in my handbag testament to that.
I don't know what came over me.

Tomorrow, I suppose that Mr Barlow will want me to visit the Madame at Brubaker Street.