The whorehouse

I learned the first night that the brothel Bill had dropped me of at was not the top-of-the-line type, it was of the cheaper varieties and this showed both in the money made and the number of customers that was expected.

After he walked in, a stern looking older woman came walking in, looking me over, obviously impressed over my look but also skeptical why someone like me was there.

“Here is the gist Miss, I do not really know you are here, but I will not be involved in anything illegal, so, is this contract you signed of your own consent?” She asked while handing it over.

I tried to hide my shock while reading it, it was a true **** contract, I would for 16 hours each day, I would agree to anything that was offered of services at the house, I would not have a single day in two months, only one hour each day midday. It also said I would work more than twice and three times as cheap than the rest of the girls to ensure as much customers as usual. I would keep 30% of my earnings, something I learned was twice as bad as the ratio the other girls worked with.

My rates would be 25 dollars for a blowjob, 50 dollars for normal sex and 75 for everything included. I was expected to earn at least the same as the other girls. And they made in average 1000 each day before the money was divided. I was expected to earn 60 000 dollars over the 60 days I would work there. And if I were short of that after 60 days, the penalization would be activated.

• For every 100-dollar short of the target prize I was, I would have to spend another day in the brothel, and for every 1000 dollars short, 10 extra days will be added. For example, 900 dollars would earn me 9 extra days, while 1100 dollars would extend my stay with 21 days, 2500 dollars would add 45 days and 3500 dollars adding 65 days and so it goes. If I earn less than 50 000 dollars, the maximum time added will be 100 days.
• The customers are asked to give a character of my performance and hospitality, it will be 1-6 where 1 is highest. If I would score less than 2.0, I would get 20% more of my total earnings when I leave, and if I score less my number of days added to the stay will be multiplied with the rating.
• If my earning fails 60 000 dollars, and my rating would be less than 3 or better, I would be moved to a less profitable brothel for the additional time I would serve.
• I will work under the pseudonym Candy Lips and for every whole rating point dropped from 1.0, the parting gift of the brothel will be a humiliating Candy tattoo.

This is the craziest contract I have ever accepted and signed, my temporary owner said, but if you confirmed that this is your wish and consent, then we will honor it.

“Yes” I said while holding back tears and anger in my eyes, it was so much wrong with this situation, but the degradation of my daughter’s name was the worst in addition to the possibility of having to stay hundred days extra in a worst case.

“okay than” Lets go through the way this house works. “We have steady customers and a lot of tourist, so while you need to get regulars to book you often, you also need to come to the lobby and tease and win over walk ins. We also are online where you can be booked, and with your prizes and the fact that you are open for everything, you will be in demand. At least by the cheap men.” She kept explaining. And after she went through everything else, I was getting ready to start my new life as a prostitute in a brothel.

“Lastly, you man told us that he enjoys watching you, so he told us to tell you that the link from you gloryhole experiences are connected to this room, so you will both send visual and vocal picture home 24/7, so you better impress him.” She said while winking towards one of the 4 cameras.

“you work will start each day at 10 in the morning, and it will end at 3 in the night.” So, be ready in 30 minutes.

“okay”, I said while thinking and fearing this.

The first week was rough, it was not what I expected, not that I had expectations since I did not know about this, but it was not all bad, the situation did turn me on and I was enjoying a lot of it, but it was far too much, way too long hours and I did not get paid nearly enough. And the humiliation of knowing that everyone back home was watching did not help. Cause everyone that had access to the link also had a chat function on it, I could not reply but everything they wrote in came as a push notification on my phone and I was **** to read all of them during the day or every night before I could go to sleep.

Customer vice I did good, I was so cheap and work so long that I was filling up my day pretty much every day, so the first day I had 6 customers that only wanted a blowjob and sold 5 normal packages and 10 all inclusive. The first day I earned 1175 dollars, not bad at all I believed after the first day, before the shame of my day become apparent. And after the first week ended, I had made 8850 dollars, at least the earning potential looked good, for me to clear the limit demanded. The more humiliating part of this was old school counting machine that was placed next to the door, in clear view of the main camera feed. And my instruction was that when every customer was done, I was to walk him to my door, give him a long kiss and when he walks out, I was to hit the counter. After 7 days it showed 154.

The only contact I had with my old life was the push messages from the people watching me, my sister was active to write in in and comment on my performances. And I was allowed one phone call with Bill daily to check up with the baby and make sure she had it okay.