Becca XXX Ch. 03

"Yes my dear. See you soon," she replied.

"Bye Tony," I said in a playful manner. "Thanks so much for the lift."

He turned and produced the tiniest smirk on his emotionless face. I had got to him and that was the first glimmer I'd seen. Izzy had my folder in her hand and she quickly thumbed through it.

"Tier two and then onto three if she performs," she read out loud. "At least you're not with the street hookers on tier one."

She closed the folder and looked me up and down as Tony drove off.

"It's late Rebecca. Lets get you to your room and we'll sort things out in the morning. Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine thanks. I just need some sleep."

She lead me up some stairs to the second floor. It was too dark to take anything in and I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. She showed me to a room and I sat on the bed. I was still in my orange jump suit.

"There's some boy shorts and a vest top on the dresser for you. We got your size right I hope," she said. "Ensuite bathroom is through that door. Get some sleep and I'll see in you in morning."

"Thank you," I yawned, trying to look worried.

She left and I waited for the door to lock. It didn't. I guessed the internal doors were kept open and the outside doors would be locked to prevent the girls from escaping. If they wanted to escape that is. I slipped on the shorts and vest and went to sleep. I would explore in the morning. I was completely wasted.

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I heard the sound of feet outside the door as people walked down the corridor. I had no idea what time it was, but it was light. I looked around my room. It was sparsely furnished and painted stark white. There was a double bed which I was lying in and a bed side table with a lamp. A free standing wardrobe was at the foot of the bed and the ensuite was to the left. I had a flat screen TV that could be seen from the bed. I guessed it was adequate for a whores bedroom.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at my matted hair and pasty face in the mirror. I looked a mess, like I'd got a hangover. It must have been the lack of sleep and absence of make-up. I checked myself over. Apart from my pussy feeling a little tender I was fine. The tracker was still in my armpit and I knew it wouldn't be long before Lexa and her team made contact. I couldn't contact them, so I would have to wait for them to contact me.

I found some towels hanging on the back of the bathroom door and decided to take a shower. At least the water was warm. I washed my hair and body with the ample products provided and slipped my shorts and vest back on. There were no other clothes for me to wear so I thought I'd try and find some food. I was famished.

There were more footsteps outside my door as I opened up. Three girls were walking past and heading for the end of the corridor, past where I had come in from the previous night. They were wearing similar nightwear to me. One of the girls stopped and looked over at me.

"Are you new here?" she asked.

"Yes I got in last night."

"Awww I know how you feel. I've been here two weeks. We're off to get breakfast. Come with me and I'll show you around a little."

She was oriental looking with a hint of western decent. She was stunningly beautiful with jet black hair and dark tanned skin. Her accent had the faintest twang of Japanese to it and she spoke softly. She had a tiny waist and cute ass in her cheeky knickers. Her breasts were large for her size and filled out her stingy vest top perfectly. I'm sure she made a lot of money.

"Thank you," I replied. "I'm Becca by the way."

She hugged me briefly and then held my hand and led me down the corridor.

"I'm Tamiko. People call me Tammy for short. You must be hungry. I remember my first night. I was so nervous, but its actually really nice here. We get well looked after."

"But you're a prisoner here, right? We can't leave?"

"I feel more like a guest when I'm not working. I feel they have given me a better life. When I get to tier five I will be rich and free," she giggled.

I think she believed it.

"I guess we all will," I said.

We went down the corridor and into a canteen. It was well organised and well equipped. We took a tray each and helped ourselves to breakfast. She had a yoghurt and some juice, I had as much hot food as I could get on my plate.

"We need to watch our figures," said Tammy, looking at my enormous breakfast.

"I'm sure I'll work it off later," I scoffed.

"Not today. Its your first day. You won't be working until tomorrow night. They need to make your profile and advertise you in the bar."

I looked around the room. It was half full. All of them were sexy young girls. Working girls, but they all had a touch of class. Tammy sounded like a lawyer the way she spoke. She sounded well educated and I wondered how she wound up here.

As I finished stuffing my face Izzy arrived.

"Rebecca. I see you've made a friend. How are you this morning?" she asked.

"Feeling better for sleeping and eating. Thank you."

"Great. When you're done Tammy will show you to the dressing room and you can get ready for your photo shoot."

"Photo shoot?"

"Yes...Oh...Sorry. I haven't explained anything to you. I forget myself sometimes."

She sat opposite me and next to Tammy.

"Today we will get you looking glam and then take your photo set for our menu. We'll write your bio, so when the clients arrive they can scroll though an iPad and find the girl of their dreams. If they pick you, they pay at the bar and you come down to greet them. They get thirty minutes with you in the bar and then you take them to a private room and perform whatever dirty deed they like."

"The wonders of modern technology," I said sarcastically.

"Exactly. Tammy? Can you take her to the makeup room and get her ready, maybe you can show her the ropes?"

"Of course Izzy," she replied.

Tammy and the other girls didn't seem worried or concerned about their situation. It was as though they wanted to be there. Maybe Lexa had got it wrong.

Izzy left and Tammy showed me to the dressing room. It was like a back stage area where the girls got ready for a show. I did my hair and make-up and so did Tammy. She showed me where everything was. There were racks of clothes lined up.

"Pick something that will make the clients want you," she said.

"Why don't I just pose naked?" I said.

"You will. There'll be close ups of your lady parts too, but they start with you in an outfit."

I giggled at her using the term 'lady parts'. She seemed so sweet and innocent. I'm sure she wasn't.

I picked out a lime green fluorescent bikini. It was sexy and had a matching skirt. It would certainly stand out on photos. I slipped off my shorts and vest and admired myself in the mirror. I wanted to see Tammy's reaction. She didn't even bat an eye or look up. I slipped on the bikini bottoms and top and adjusted them into place. I pulled the skirt on and turned to Tammy for an opinion.

She was stripping her nightwear off.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She looked up and stood naked in front of me. She was as brazen as I was. Her pussy was shaved and her boobs looked fabulous. She could have been a model for sure.

"That looks great on you," she purred. "Are you tidy down there? I didn't notice."

She nodded at my bikini bottoms. I thumbed them down and she came closer for an inspection.

"Ooooh Becca, nice and smooth like me," she giggled.

She looked down at her own pubic mound and compared to mine.

"I hate it hairy," I said. "Yours looks cute."

She pulled at her mound to expose more of her vulva.

"It's a working pussy now," she laughed. "Guys love it when its bald."

I covered myself back up. Tammy pulled on a pair of cream shorts and matching boob tube. She looked as sexy as I felt.

"So what now?"

She led me down the corridor to another room. It was set up with lights and a white back drop, like a professional photo studio. I guess that's exactly what it was. A young guy was setting up.

"Rebecca? Right?" he asked, as though he'd been expecting me.

"Yeah. That's me. What do you need me to do?"

This was a well organised setup. Everyone knew their job and it ran like clockwork. A little too organised for my liking.

"Stand over by the screen and just be yourself. Well...I say yourself...I mean your slutty self."

Tammy sat on a sofa behind the camera guy.

"Look sexy Becca. Make them desire you, over all other women," she said, encouraging me.

I felt nervous and it reminded me of Maddie's photo shoot. Now I was on the other side of it.

He took some close ups of my face. I pouted, bit my lip, blew a kiss and showed my orgasm face. Inhibitions left me immediately, now I was in work mode.

"Great. Very natural," he said.

He moved back and took some full body shots. I did various poses as he snapped away.

"Excellent. You've done this before, I can tell," he said.

I looked over at Tammy. I couldn't believe what she was doing. She had her hand down her shorts and was lying back pleasuring herself. She saw me starring at her, open mouthed.

"I always watch the photo shoots," she said. "I find the female form so erotic and arousing. Sorry if it shocks you."

She wasn't that sorry, she kept on rubbing herself.

"Lose the top Rebecca," said the camera guy. He'd seen it all before and wasn't interested in Tammy or me for that matter.

I whipped my top off and rubbed my boobs a little to remove the strap lines. Tammy seemed to like that even more and I heard her gasp, ever so slightly.

Photos were taken from all angles, with a few closeups.

"Now just in your panties," said the camera guy.

I slipped my skirt off and posed some more. I hoped I wasn't coming across to confident. A normal girl in this situation would be nervous so I didn't want to seem too willing. It was difficult to mask my true feelings. I was horny for sure. Especially with Tammy playing with herself in front of me.

He took some more pics in various positions and then moved in for close ups.

"Bend over. Knickers off. I need a picture of your ass," he said

I did as he asked and he took photos.

"Spread you cheeks for me. Sorry to be crude, but we need a close up of your asshole and pussy."

I obeyed.

"Now lie back and spread your legs."

I heard Tammy moan.

I lay on my back as he got between my legs and took picture of my genitals.

"Spread your lips for me."

Tammy started to pant.

I spread myself open and he took the last few pics.

"Nice and wet too," said the camera guy. "They'll love that on the pictures."

He was right, I was fucking soaked. I wasn't as wet as Tammy though, who was now starting to cum in her shorts on the sofa. I watched her in her moment of ecstasy, as she came quietly with her eyes closed. She looked so sweet and sexy.

"I could have given you a hand with that," I said, standing in front of her.

She slowly opened her eyes and removed her hand from her shorts. She was smiling and coy.

"I bet you could, but sometimes its nice to do it yourself," she sighed.

I knew exactly what she meant. No-one knew your body like you did. The fact that she'd done it almost in front of me made it even more raunchy.

I pulled my bikini back on and went to look at the pictures. They were stunning. He certainly knew how to frame a shot and the composition and lighting were spot on.

"I'll pass them on to our media girl. She'll write your profile and then you can view it before you go on the menu," he said.

"Lets get a drink," said Tammy and we left the room and went back to the canteen.

There were scantily clad girls everywhere. It was mid-morning and they seemed to be in a frenzy. They were discussing everything under the sun and mostly how much money they made last night. The girls were all stunning in their own way. They could all have been on a cat walk in Europe and I felt flattered that I was on par with them.

We got a coffee and chilled out for a while. We chatted about general rules and procedures and she told me how she got there.

Her parents both died when she was young and she finished up on the streets as a hooker. She was approached my a man a few weeks ago and he asked her if she wanted to work for a sex club called G-Spot. She obviously said yes and was lured into the same scenario as me. She had been to the processing house with the BMW guy and Marvin. She had the paperweight stuffed in her vagina like I had and then she'd had sucked off Marvin, while the goons and Tony watched on. She had been put in at tier one and she described it to me.

"It's on the ground floor and I was there for a week," she said. "I only got five pounds for each guy that used me, but I performed over the odds and they let me up here to tier two."

"Marvin told me I was tier three material, but put me in at tier two," I replied.

"Wow. You must be good to be recommended for tier three," she said sounding shocked. "It's un-heard of."

"What's tier one like?" I asked.

"I can take you down there and you can see for yourself if you want. Its ok, but this is better."

We finished our drinks and she led the way down to the ground floor. We walked to a door at the rear of the building then down a corridor. The sight that met me, left me speechless.

There were wooden walls with large holes cut into them. Sticking out of the hole was a platform like a padded bench. On the walls were straps for the girls legs to be tied down. Some had straps low down and some had them high up. There was a sign above each hole that said 'No Anal'. There was also a small shelf with a bottle of lube and a roll of toilet paper. There were four girls already in the room getting ready. We stood in the door way and watched.

"We open at twelve for midday quickies. This tier is cheap with a high turnover of clients. They pay ten pounds and then come in here and fuck one of us," explained Tammy.

"Like a glory hole?"

"No not quite. Watch these two girls get ready."

I watched a sexy naked blonde girl push her torso through the hole and lie down on the bench. Her ass and legs were the only thing poking out, with her feet on the floor. One of the other girls strapped her legs to the wall. She was in the prime position for a guy to fuck her from behind. I was amazed such a thing existed. The clients wouldn't even know what the girl looked like.

Another girl was helped into the hole next to her and lay on her back. Her legs were spread wide and strapped to the wall high up. Her pussy was exposed and ready for action.

"Holy fucking shit!" I gasped out loud. "What the fuck?"

"The guys pay the money at the door down there and then just pick a hole," she said, as though it was an everyday occurrence.

"They just come in here and fuck you in front of everyone else?" I asked.

"Yeah they're normally done in less than five minutes. It's a fast turn around and we just lie there and take a pounding. They do all the work. We're just a hole for them to stick their cocks into."

There were twenty stations in the room. I did a quick sum in my head. The place would make a fortune turning round twenty men, every five minutes, at ten pounds a go. That would be nearly two and a half grand an hour, if it was full.

"This is freaky," I exclaimed.

"Its ok, once you get used to it. I was in here for a week and then moved upstairs."

"Condoms?" I asked.

"Some use them, some don't. We're all on birth control, so it's up to the paying client whether they cum in you or not."

I was still in shock. Even the girls would make a lot of money in this sordid scheme, if they got the fifty percent cut they were promised.

"The lubes there if they need it, but most don't. I'm sure you can imagine how horny I got being constantly fucked."

"Not to mention sloppy seconds from other men," I giggled.

"Exactly. They can give us a wipe with the tissues, but no-one bothered with me. Some of them seemed to prefer fucking me after several guys had done it inside me. It seemed to get them off quicker."

"I know what you mean. The dirty bastards love a freshly creampied cunt," I said.

Tammy giggled.

"We better go," they open any minute. "Let's start in the bar. It's not open yet so I'll show you how tier two works."

We walked through a door and into a swanky bar. It was done out in plush leather with booths and tables. It was lit with ever changing neon mood lighting. It went from pink to purple to blue to green to orange to red and back to pink. There were iPad's on the bar and Tammy picked one up and we sat at the bar stools as she showed me the contents.

It looked like a web browser with girls names down the side. There were a lot of them from what I could see.

"Clients come in for a drink and then pick a girl off the menu," she explained. "They can search by name or any other attribute?"

"What sort of attribute?"

"Race, hair colour, body type, boob size, shaved or hairy. Anything really. They can search by sex acts too, but most girls do everything anyway."

She scrolled to her name and clicked on it.

"Here's me."

The screen changed to a picture of her dressed in red lace underwear. She looked incredible. You could scroll though her pictures or click on her profile and read her bio. She clicked on her profile.

There was a brief section describing the tantalizing Tammy. It read:

Tantalizing Tammy. She's a forbidden fruit with the taste of the orient. Her young ripe body will leave you wanting more. Half Japanese and half seductress, she will blow your mind with her ancient techniques and sparkling eyes. Her love hole is tighter than a virgins and you won't be disappointed when you slip inside. Don't worry if you don't get her off, she loves to be watched, pleasuring herself just for you. She is a sight to behold.

"Holy shit. I'd fuck you based on reading that!" I laughed.

"Aww thanks Becca. It's really good isn't it. When I get picked they pay the money at the bar and then I come down to meet them."

"So you have a drink and a flirt with them?"

"Yes and then I take them to a room upstairs and do my thing," she laughed, miming sucking a cock.

I laughed. It was a very efficient system.

"Come on I'll show you the suites," she said and lead me back upstairs.

The next floor up consisted of a long corridor with rooms off each side. All the rooms were the same. We went inside one and took a look around. There was an ensuite bathroom and a large double bed. Each room had a TV screen and lube and sex toys.

"You bring them up here, do the deed and then take them back downstairs. When they're gone you come back up and change the sheets, wash the toys and generally tidy up ready for whoever uses the room next. They are really strict on cleanliness. You don't want to bring a guy or girl up here to a dirty room, it doesn't look good. Leave the place as you would expect to find it."

She was even more matter of fact about fucking strangers than I was. No wonder she was moving up the tiers.

"There's some bondage and water sports rooms down the end of the corridor for the dirtier stuff, if you're into it."

"Looks like they've thought of everything."

"They have. Do you like being pissed on?" she asked, sounding curious.

"I had a girlfriend who liked watching me pee, but we never took it further. What about you?"

"I've done it a couple of times, but I was the one peeing on them. Once with a guy and once with a lady. I can't say it did much for me, but they enjoyed it and that's what matters here."

"The enjoyment of the client comes first. Yeah I get that."

"Exactly. They have to leave a review on you before they go. If they don't they are not allowed back in. They use the scores and reviews to assess when you move up the tiers."