(Confession of an anal prostitute) CHAPTER 2. So, as I said, in the end I was tired of working as a prostitute. I saw how the girls, who had been in the business for too long, quickly lost their shape and lost their customers. I did not want this to happen to me; working on the panel is not an easy task, even if you do not abuse drinking and do not touch drugs. And I managed to stay away from these things. But I loved sex, and if you do it too often, like all prostitutes, then there is a danger of getting used and cool to it. This is what happens with many whores, but I didn’t want it to be my case.

Therefore, I started to undress for money, shaking my resilient tits in front of bored bankers. My earnings have declined, but peace of mind was worth it. Most of all I received from the tip. The men gave me bills of $ 50 or $ 100, or pushing them under the gum of panties. I was still kneeling down to them and continued to dance there. I sat on the knees face-to-face with the peasant, having let his legs between my own, and began, as it were, to swing the dollar a minute at a rate. Some dancers do not like to do this, but for me, as for the former whore, it meant nothing. I knew so many ways how to arouse a peasant that you would lose count!

I worked in a topless tavern. This is when you can show boobs, but you can not remove the pants. This was the rule of this institution.

There were dancers who simply could not bear the men, they only performed the dance and went backstage. However, as a prostitute, I learned to understand men and their desires. Therefore, I knew how to behave in front of the peasants, who were looking at me with all eyes, pretending that I was dancing for them, and I really appreciate their attention. Besides, I was always a shameless person. As a whore, I loved to demonstrate myself and excite men, until their penis started to hurt from its hardness, in order to finally suck them or surrender to them. Therefore, at the thought that my movements on the scene could cause a riser in the pants of some peasant, I myself was very excited, even though I could not unload his penis, except for sweeping up on his lap. I happened to find out that many people really let down after my movements on their knees. I could feel their fuckers tremble at the strain, and sometimes I even felt their wet waffles through the fabric of their trousers. For some reason, this even more excited me, although other girls treated it with undisguised contempt.

I performed my club room that evening a week ago, when, looking into the hall, I was amazed to see my elder brother Fedka sitting at the table and watching me undress! Our eyes were crossed, and he was a little embarrassed. I even thought he blushed! But he continued to look, and I continued to undress. I have not seen my brother for over a year. Fedor is exactly ten years older than me. He recently turned 35 years old and I sent him a greeting card at work. I sent the postcard to work, not home, because Fedkina’s wife, Margarita, just hates me and what I do. She is one of those directorial daughters who imagine a lot about themselves, with blond hair dyed and indispensable beads around the neck. I'm already beginning to feel sick, it's worth remembering about her! Margarita learned about my profession from her friend, who found a piece of paper with my name and phone number in her husband’s jacket pocket. From married men visiting prostitutes, one could expect greater caution.

Fedya knew that I was engaged in prostitution, but he never told his wife about it. But when this bitch found out everything, she demanded from Fedka that he had nothing to do with me.Probably, this goat kept my brother in awe, because after that he stopped calling me. I was very sad, because we were always close friends with my brother. I told him that I was a prostitute. Naturally, he was categorically against it, but we still remained friends, and I could rely on him in difficult times. Until his mean wife intervened, ordering him to stop communicating with me.

So I was very surprised that he came here and watched me dance on stage.

I once called him at work and said that I had given up prostitution and now I was just dancing in striptease. He was glad to know about it. I told him that he could come to the club at any time, but I never thought that he would really appear. And here he was here.

Having finished dancing, I went out to the hall to talk to him. He told me that he came to Moscow on a business trip and took a room in a hotel not far from here. He said that he had already completed all his work assignments and decided to see me before going to the hotel to sleep.

I had to speak one more time, so I offered to come to his hotel after I finished my work. I knew that Margarita would have a seizure if she found out that Fedya came to see me at the club, not to mention that I came to talk to him in his room. But he smiled at me with his sweet, kind smile and said that he would be looking forward to me at the hotel.

When I entered his room, he looked like that Fedka, whom I always knew and loved. He took off his business suit and wore jeans and a tight T-shirt. Fedor always had powerful muscles, and I saw that he was still in shape. When I went to school, all my classmates went crazy about him. With such a face and body, who can stand? I myself was not indifferent to him. And feeling that my heart had pinched at the sight of him, I realized that the girlish love had not yet passed.

He poured me a drink and we talked about this, about this, sharing our news.

- God, after all Margarita will go astray if she finds out that I was here with you, right? - I said.

An acid mine appeared on his face.

“To tell you the truth, I'm no longer interested in what this bitch might think,” he said coldly.

“It seems that the bonds of marriage are under threat,” I said, knowing that my voice betrays my hopes.

- It seems that these bonds are no more. Damn, now more than a year, as we stopped to fuck, - he admitted. - Although in the best of times we could not be called a passionately loving couple.

I foresaw it. I knew that Fedka married Margarita not out of love, and not even because of her hobbies. Her father held an important post, and he married for this reason alone. I always knew this, and Fedka once himself admitted it to me, saying that I was not the only one who was selling herself in our family. He himself felt like a prostitute, having married this imperious bitch.

- Let's forget for a while about Margarita, okay? - I said, handing his glass to my brother. My brother was melancholic, and I didn’t want his mood to deteriorate due to the fact that I started talking about his wife and his failed family life.

So I decided to change the subject.

- So what do you think, brother? Did you like how I performed there? - I asked. - How did I dance?

He smiled sweetly.

- What do you think yourself? - he asked.

“I think I did quite well,” I said.

“You were lovely, Barbara,” he said.

- Varya, why don't you call me Varya? I hate Barbara, I reminded him.

- Varya, you looked so delicious, dancing on the stage, that I had a member. But I am your brother, damn it, - he said to me right in the eyes.

Could he guess how excited I was when I heard those words from him?

“Looks like your dick doesn't often have the opportunity to get up at home,” I teased.

“True truth,” he said sadly ...