HAS GOT ... THE PROSTITUTE'S NOTES.

PART 8

Outside the window, the September wire shakes,

Outside the window in the morning gray rain wall ...

Here are just a window in my cozy nest is not provided. Yes, I am again in my number in the institution of the unforgettable Frau Dort. Yesterday, or rather today, closer to the morning I returned. Together with Irkoy-Lizhen, Sveta-Elsa, Lena-Irma, Oksana-Hilda and Galya-Klara. But Kalina and Lucy are not with us. They in Amsterdam tried to escape from the institution, got caught and took them away somewhere. And before that, they were beaten by the very pitching that brought us there. And there is a change. I did not meet Vika, who took a vacation from our lieber Mutter a week ago and went home in B-ck to do some business, my other dear friend, Sylvia, also drove off somewhere. Her contract with Frau Dort expired, and my favorite Magyarochka decided to change the situation.

Like this. Today is the third of September, and the beginning of the school year I met back in Spain, in the port brothel in El Ferrol, where our entire team of “nesting dolls” was transported from Amsterdam a month before. So, if I had to write an essay on the topic “How I spent the summer,” the geography of my summer adventures turned out to be very rich: Germany, the Netherlands, Spain ... And the “rest” is amazing. The third month of the legs do not move. And the buttocks. And I like it. True, there is no longer that strange sensation that I experienced at the beginning of my prostitute career with Frau Dort. As if fell into a strange dream. Again, in Amsterdam, I finally realized that prostitution is work. Nice, but hard. Here in the port city, our clients were mostly sailors, guys who missed the female weasel, but who understood her very primitively. They would, most importantly, to seize the hole. Any. And hurry, and more. Boring with them.

There were tourists, they at least something diversified. However, they themselves are quite different. Italians are generous, the French are talkative, the Germans are mean. By the way, it was only in Holland that I understood why Frau Dort treated Slav women as their own daughters - after all, only we can unleash her compatriots for additional expenses. However, they are boring. Europeans from a prostitute one need to have sex for the whole amount paid. And we would like Russian to talk more ...

I remember the first working day at a new place ... It's funny, because in our bordelny district (the famous Amsterdam red-light district) even, it turns out, guided tours. I found out about this when it was my turn to stand in a shop window. Here is another innovation. At Frau Dort, we were sitting in a harem, and right here a supermarket of sex services. First, they put the goods in a showcase in a showcase, more terrible, so that the poor little ones earn extra money, and the client, if he goes in, doesn't give up, and even vice versa - was pleasantly surprised. Well, later you can and what better to put. Business is business...

And having got into a shop window in my beloved black underwear and tanket shoes, in war paint, I first saw the deaf red brick wall of the house opposite, to which it was about two or three meters away. And then, along the narrowest street, tourists followed the guide. The guide is calmness itself with an umbrella in hand (this, it turns out, so that tourists do not get confused), men have oily, undressing glances, women shyly turn away, some with children. Infuriated physiognomies of teenagers of both sexes, some (as well as adult uncles) try to photograph us on the camera of mobile phones. It immediately stops security. You can watch us, but by paying as much as you need, you can do anything with us (you just can’t be forced to drink and fuck without a condom, but with Russian “matryoshka” you can do it for a fee). And there were many such groups.

But this is the lyrics, and I'm at work. Just standing here is not enough, the client is now dear - there are many who want to serve here.And at the sight of men that are clearly of a non-excursion type, with my whole appearance I demonstrate how much I want them, and how I’m just eager to give them. In all holes. Take turns and immediately. The faster you buy here, the better. A girl who does not bring proceeds at the end of work can be beaten up or let out in circles (the latter, however, does not frighten me, hasn’t been fucked for a week, but it is hard to wean from a good one). But there are girls who fell into a brothel, like us, not knowing where to go - a pair of naive fashion models, one from Peter, and the second from Zhytomyr - homemade girls, who are still trembling at the thought of having sex with anyone. They told about the local punishment system. At the same time, we learned that our establishment, like almost the whole of this famous Amsterdam district, is covered by the Chinese, a very specific people and literally as prostitutes as meat.

Oh! Thought and did not notice that people need! A man’s hand touches my elbow and a gentleman in a suit, hat, attache case (!) And oily shining eyes helps me to go down from the window-case. She is immediately occupied by one of the local starzhilok, and we go to number. Ahead, a gentleman of the same intelligent-clerk appearance escorts Irka. Here you go! With the initiative of us!

In the number, the client, who had politely kept me by the elbow before, weighed his tits, sticking out of my favorite black bra, first of all. At the first exit on me he and black thong. You can not put on stockings - payment to the cashier, tokens are not given. And how will I report in the morning? But not yet before. this satyr of indefinite age continues to explore my charms through tactile perception, and I snicker coyly, try to blush. at the same time exposing to him what is worthy of study and not yet posladena, babble in German something on the topic: "Man, ah, you are so persistent, oh, I'm lost!". At the same time, I unbutton his jacket and, as it were, casually assess his manhood. So-so! But already rises.

It's time to take the initiative. First, I am at work, and secondly, I miss the work. Poor Anechka's hole, ah, sorry, Lots, there is not enough of a male (or rather, fucking?) Presence. Let us recall the lessons of Frau Dort's institution. Devoutly looking into the eyes of my master, I untie the laces on the thongs and get rid of them, throw the boobs out of the bra at will, admire, kneel down and undo his habit with the usual movement. And here is my breadwinner! Come here! On the move, I restore my blowjob skills, so recently acquired and almost forgotten during the last week of forced absenteeism. In general, I process his penis with a tongue and lips, gently podrachivayu. It seems that this is exactly what my sweetie needed all this time. After all, I really don't understand his Dutch gurgling. But with the understanding on the hormonal level, everything turned out to be normal. Faded my local firstborn, puffing with happiness, only my head is tightening closer to his fly, he tries to fuck in the throat. Well, we, of course, are able to do it, only we want it not only in the mouth, we don’t have any other holes either ...

And this segment and nothing, cheered his tongue, and he is quite working. So, it's time to continue to fight for your happiness. And he, too, he, fool, does not understand that he just wants to fuck me not only in his mouth, but also where he should go! The main thing here is confidence. We quickly dump the client on the bed, his jacket off, let his pants down to his knees, a condom on the dick, that's it! And little Lotta is already riding on this peg and begins her jump. I’ve been wet for a long time, because while with my right hand I jerked off to him, my left hand somehow by itself, involuntarily, caressed my kitty. So he enters me like clockwork. First, I sit down on it slowly, with feeling, plainly, placement. W-FF! And how great it is to feel again in yourself at least such a penis! One more time! Just do not rush, just do not rush! So, so, here's another – oh-oh-oh! No, I can not, I sit down more and more vigorously, deeper and more often. And this lamb was completely stunned.Eyes are round, like Soviet pyataks, lips trembling, from the corner of the mouth the saliva flows.

But ...