Jessica awakes unharmed

“Oh… oh… oh…”

Jessica slowly awoke to the moans of a girl, mixed with the creaking sounds of a mattress and the loud slapping of flesh on flesh. For a few moments she was confused, her eyes still closed she tried to remember where she was. Amsterdam, the man on the floor, the chase through the alleyways and her final escape. Slowly it all came back to her. The next thing she wondered was where she was now. It was warm and soft, a bed. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down herself. Someone had stripped her of her shoes, socks and her jeans and now she lay on a bed in some strange room clad in her panties and top, her legs completely bare.

Relieved that she didn’t find herself completely naked in some dark back alley she started to look around to find out where she actually was. She was in some bedroom. It was dimly lit by a few red lights that gave the whole room a kind of shady feel. Curtains covered the windows, denying her a view outside. Several posters of women in erotic poses covered the walls despite the fact that the rest of the interior, wallpaper, bed sheets, wardrobe and a small bedside table, were definitely girly.

Slowly, still groggy, Jessica turned her head to find out where the sounds came from and her eyes widened with shock when she saw that on a second bed on the opposite side of the room the girl who saved her was on all fours, butt-naked and moaning with bliss while a fit man in his mid-fourties slammed into her from behind. The two of them hadn’t noticed that she was awake and simply carried on with their act.

“Ohmigod…” Jessica gasped silently as she watched the man’s thrusts become erratic, punishing the young girl’s pussy, which she seemed to love, given her ecstatic reaction. Their grunts and moans became even louder until the man tensed, apparently cumming, while the girl screamed in bliss.

Then the two lovers came to a stop, his dick still buried balls deep in her pussy, as they both caught their breath. Suddenly the girl turned her head and looked directly at Jessica. For a second the two women looked at each other and Jess was unable to move, unsure what to do. Then the girl smiled.

“Hey,” she said in a Dutch-accented English, “You’re awake!” She tapped the man’s thigh, signaling him to retreat, which he did, pulling out of her and sitting back on the bed as the girl got up. “Could you give us a little girl-time, Markus?”

The man looked at her and nodded, getting up from the bed while pulling a condom of his cock and tossing it into a nearby bin. Jessica couldn’t help but notice how well-endowed the man was. He gave her a polite, slightly embarrassed smile as he walked past her, his half-erect dick bobbing comically in front of him, and disappeared into an adjoining bathroom.

Jessica looked back at the girl, who grabbed a robe from a nearby chair to cover herself. “My name is Sarah,” the girl introduced herself with a smile as she tied the robe’s belt.

“Jessica,” she answered without even thinking about giving out a fake name. The next question also kind of bubbled out, unfiltered, “Are you a prostitute?”

The girl smiled, if she was offended she didn’t show it. “You could say that… prostitute, whore, hooker… you kinda ran through the wrong streets to be surprised. This is the red-light-district.”

Jessica didn’t know what to say, so Sarah continued. “You stumbled in here, pursued by two jackasses and as soon as you were inside you passed out. Then Markus, my customer arrived, which scared them away. Then he helped me put you on the bed and take of your pants to make it a little more comfortable for you.”

“Is Markus a…” Jessica began, her mind still a bit slow. She sat up and looked over to the small bathroom where the man washed himself at the sink. She couldn’t help but admire his shape. Nice but, flat stomach and a geeky, yet undeniably handsome face.

“He’s a John, yes. He’s a businessman from Germany, one of my regulars,” Sarah gave her a naughty grin, “You like him?”

Jessica looked at her, blushing. She realized her pussy was creaming inside her panties as she watched the man’s dangling cock. ‘Ohmigod’, she thought, ‘Does this really turn me on? Prostitution?’

“Well if you like him, you could thank him for his help,” Sarah suggested with a wink, “I’m sure he won’t object. Only thing is: he’s going to have to pay. I can’t give away free stuff at my work place.”

Looking at the other girl Jessica thought about it. They apparently hadn’t recognized her and she didn’t blame them: Amsterdam’s red-light-district was one of the last places you’d expect a Hollywood star. And she felt how the thought of some no-strings, forbidden fun turned her on. She couldn’t believe she actually considered whoring herself out, but somehow she relished in the excitement.

“H… how much?” she asked.

Sarah’s eyes lightened up when she heard that. She stood up from the bed and opened a drawer on her night stand. “One hundred for a blowjob, two hundred for sex, four hundred for anal. And he’ll have to wear this!” she tossed a wrapped condom in Jessica’s lap. She looked at the small package with wide eyes.

This was when Markus came back into the room, still naked except for his small glasses. He walked over towards his pile of clothes and pulled out his wallet, producing five fifty-Euro-notes. He placed them on Sarah’s nightstand. “The rest is for you!”

Sarah gave him a smile. “Thank you, sweetie. My friend over there wants a word with you before you leave…”

Markus turned towards her. Jessica could see the appreciation in his eyes as he eyed her barely clothed form. She swallowed and built up her courage before she slowly stood up from the bed, clad in a small pair of lacy red panties and a tight black top. Nervously she took a deep breath.