The whore experience

Jenna returns forty-five minutes later, a sheaf of paper and a gleam in her eye that I do not like. "Hoo boy, lady!" she exclaims. "You must like it rough!"

I shake my head. "I don't know what you mean."

"Seems you're up for the full whore experience."

"I am not a whore!" I protest hotly, but inwardly I'm delighted. This sounds exactly like what I was hoping for. No wining and dining, no long drawn-out seductions, just straight to the fucking and the pillow talk.

Jenna shrugs her shoulders. "It's what's on offer. Take it or leave it. The way outside is right behind you."

"I'll...stay."

"Great! Then Carrie here can take... Hold on. Where is she?" Jenna looks around the lobby, then pokes her head through the door she came from. "Jesus! Looks like she flaked on me... Well, I guess I have to take care of this myself." She flips the placard on her desk from "Available" to "Closed", then gestures for me to follow. "Come on."

We walk down a bare concrete corridor, closed doors to either side. Jenna opens one of them to the left and waits for me to enter first. The room beyond looks like it belongs in a seedy motel or a crack house--tacky wallpaper peeling from the walls, stains everywhere, the only furniture a bare mattress placed on top of creaky bed springs.

"Go ahead and strip," Jenna orders. Methodically, I remove my blouse and skirt and heels. Seeing no other place to put them, I set them down on the edge of the mattress, avoiding a foul-looking dark spot. Then off come the bra, the panties, the hose. When I'm totally naked, Jenna gathers all of my things in her arms.

"What are you doing?" I ask, mildly alarmed.

"Don't worry. You'll get everything back once you're done. Now just lie back on the bed."

I obey. The carpet under my bare feet is disgustingly squishy, and when I lay supine on the mattress, it feels moist.

"Good," says Jenna. "Just hold that position. Your first client will visit you in a couple of minutes." She starts to leave with all my clothes.

"Wait!" I say. "I'm... I'm not on..."

"Oh, right! Sorry, I forgot to mention. All your clients will be wrapped up. Don't worry. No chance of pregnancy or disease. This is all about the fun, after all."

"Right," I sigh. "Fun." I am feeling less sure about all of this than I was a few minutes ago. The stench of mildew is starting to pervade my nostrils, and I can feel an itching between my shoulder blades. I hope this mattress isn't infested with something.

"Relax, you'll do great!" Jenna smiles at me reassuringly before closing the door, leaving me alone.