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A Family Financial Crisis Leads to a New Career - Chapter 1

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Author: davidg77
Contact: wdavidg77@gmail.com
Published: 01-Dec-17


A young nurse struggles to cope, when her husband falls ill and reduces work commitments. She finds a new way to supplement their income...

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This continues the story of Angela, whom I introduced in "A symposium in Amsterdam". It is a year later and fortunately, there had been no fallout from the shameful episode in an Amsterdam sex club. Jim, her Family Doctor husband, fortunately, had never found out.

She has a new problem though, Jim became ill with a severe bout of muscle weakness, which might be the onset of Muscular Sclerosis. He took two months off work, but could only return, on a part-time basis. They were stretched anyway, by a large mortgage and school fees for their two young daughters. Both bills were being paid, just, but every month was a struggle and their credit card debt was growing. She had increased her hours as a clinical trials nurse, but it was nowhere near enough. They had talked it through endlessly, but there seemed no easy solution. Neither of their parents were rich and couldn't really help.

One day, she was on the phone to Michaela, her best friend from their nursing school. They had been very different physically, Angela curvy and blond, Michaela a tall slim redhead. Yet they were clearly the most attractive girls in their year and had formed a lasting friendship, coping with the jealousy this caused. She had been talking over her troubles with her friend. Michaela had her own problems, specifically, the scumbag husband who'd left her with a child and run off with a teenager, emptying their joint account.

"Look sweetheart, don't be offended, but there is a possible answer. You won't like it and Jim even less.

I've heard of this very discreet service providing companions for wealthy gentlemen. I think the idea is a girl is attached to one or two gents and accompanies them to dinner, the theatre, whatever, for a fee of course." Michaela finished.

"Well that sounds OK, I enjoy the theatre, nights out, what's not to like." Angela replied.

"Hold your horses girl, I think the young lady in question, expresses her gratitude in a personal, horizontal way, if you get my drift."

"Oh..OH, there's a word for that, whore isn't it? No, no, that's impossible, well difficult, anyway, but..."

"Whore is such an ugly word, I think the company calls it mistress. That sounds much better, more elegant. The idea is the girl is free most of the time, meets when arranged and the gents don't have to cough up for a bijou Mayfair flat, with all the trimmings."

"Hang on Mich, you seem very au fait with this, not a member yourself I suppose?"

"As if Angela, as if.

Well, do you want the number or not? The woman running it is called Helen. Very nice, or so I'm told."

"I'll take it, yes, then the hard part, talking to Jim. I'll speak to Helen on the phone first though. You're a star, girlfriend." And after getting the number she rang off.

No time like the present, so she phoned Helen straight away, to get an idea of the fees involved. If they were small, it wasn't worth raising with Jim. Well, the income wasn't small, a basic £1000 per night. That sort of money would make all the difference, keep them from drowning in debt.

She had to talk to her husband that night, or she knew her nerve would fail. So, after the kids were in bed, she started, tentatively.

"Look Jim, I was talking to Michaela, you remember her?"

"Oh yes, the slim redhead with the big...."

"Yes, quite, I thought you'd remember her tits.

Well, she had a suggestion for how we're to get out of this financial mess. You're not going to like it though."

"If it'll help, I'll be thrilled."

"No Jim, you are not going to like it one bit," And she proceeded to sketch out the details.

He stopped her half way through.

"WHAT, you are suggesting becoming a pro, so we can pay the mortgage, no way. What does that make me, your pimp, Christ no."

"No, it's sort of like a mistress and it would only be till we get back on our feet. What if you have another bout of demyelination? No Jim, we have to face facts. It's this, or sell the house, take the kids out of school, no, we've worked too hard for this. I don't like it any more than you, by the way.

At least agree that I can go and see this Helen, chat it through. Perhaps she wouldn't want to use me anyway."

"Are you kidding, with that face, that body?"

"You're biased and I love you for it, that's a yes then?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you meant it." And she sat on his lap and kissed him.

"Now, she we go to bed, I'll need to practice more now. See, there are fringe benefits."

"You absolutely, don't need any more practice and don't joke about it. I really hate this."

She kissed him and they went to bed.

Two days later, Angela was outside an anonymous office block in Earls Court, London. Directed up the stairs, she knocked at the door and a pretty dark girl greeted her,

"Hi, you must be Angela, I'm Steph, Helen's secretary. Tea, coffee?"

"Tea would be great, thanks."

"Whilst your waiting, fill out this questionnaire will you? Helen won't be long, she's got someone with her."

When the girl got back, Angela was blushing furiously,

"But this is filthy, I don't know what half this stuff means. Have I led a sheltered life or something?"

"Don't worry your pretty head, just tick what you can. You are gorgeous, Helen will be desperate to have you."

Just then, the inner door opened and a pretty small woman in her 40's came out and greeted her warmly.

"The gentlemen were very enthusiastic Steph. So many men, so few beautiful ladies and that's where you come in. Sit down won't you."

She ran through the form briefly,

"Better and better, so adventurous aren't you. Didn't answer about light punishment, bondage, receiving that is. There's a reason I'm asking?"

"Oh I'll try anything once," Angela volunteered.

"That's the bulldog spirit that made this country great.

Enough of forms, I outlined the way it works. Basically £1000 a day, or part of a day. You know, it may just be overnight, or if you're going to the opera at Glyndeborne say, a full day. Now if there is more than one gentleman, don't blush, it's £500 extra, each. No ifs or buts, you're worth every penny.

I'll give you a pay as you go mobile for us to talk, or you with your gentleman, or men. No full names, addresses please, I don't want to know who you are, or you me. OK so far? Payments are usually in cash, we don't want to make extra work for the taxman, now do we?"

"How do you..."

"Earn a living myself? You give me your first month's earnings. What the gentlemen pay me is our concern."

"I hate to ask this, but do you....."

"Offer the service my company supplies? Oh yes, I have two gentlemen I try to keep happy."

Angela nodded over her shoulder,

"Of course, Steph is very popular too. So, no need to feel inferior or ashamed, we are all in this together.

Now, a formality, just slip that dress off and let me see that gorgeous figure."

Angela did as she was asked and she was gorgeous too, curvy and dark blond, with a full but firm figure, large, very shapely breasts.

Helen whistled, "Yes indeed, stunning,

Well, this has worked out perfectly, if your agreeable. I've just seen three very nice gents in their 40's, 50's, they just left. If I could draw what they wanted, it would be you. One of them is into a little light bondage, spanking, you know, that's why I asked you earlier.

What do you say, do I give you your phone and get them to call you?"

"Yes, if I don't agree now, I know I'll chicken out. It's now or never." Angela said, with increasing determination.

"That's my girl, look I keep no details about you. This office is rented by the hour. I keep a very, very low profile, work from home, you know. We don't want to attract any attention. No advertising, just word of mouth for my girls and clients. It seems to work, we are always very busy.

Look, the gents, they are Eric, Bill and Jim, will phone you. Arrange a meeting to get to know each other. No payment for that, but if they want to get straight down to business as it were, be prepared and of course they pay you.

The normal agreement is to see you at least once a month, that's £3000 a month minimum. They may call at short notice for a special event, try and be available if you can.

Now, if there's nothing more, here's your phone. Please call me after your first get together, let me know how it goes. OK?

Oh and do remember to put your dress on before you leave, we don't want to cause any traffic accidents, now do we."

"Well, thanks Helen, what a whirlwind." She rose and shook her hand, then put her dress back on.

"Best way Angela, get stuck in girl and best of luck."

She left and Steph rose to greet her,

"Well?"

"Well what?" Angela asked.

"Are you joining the team?"

"Yes, so it seems, or at least maybe."

The girl grabbed her and gave her a hug.

"Splendid, even though I probably won't see you again. We all plough our own lonely furrow, or is that we are ploughed, sorry that's vulgar. Anyway, best of luck."

Steph gave her a last hug and Angela left, in confusion. It had all happened so fast. She decided to walk to the station, to catch her train. She needed to order her thoughts, prepare for the interrogation by Jim at home. On the train, she opened the box containing the phone and turned it on. No message, thank goodness, it was all happening too fast.

She got home in time to collect the girls from school, feed them and prepare Jim's dinner, he was working that day. Actually, it all went well, she said how friendly the women had been, that they were, "Employed", as well and that she might get a call, about a preliminary meeting.

In fact, a call came next day, it was Bill. They had a surprisingly easy conversation, even though he seemed more nervous than she was. They arranged to meet at a pub that Friday, for a drink. Fortunately, the men lived about fourty miles away, close, but not too close. Jim seemed OK about the idea and offered to drive her and stay outside, to insure things were ok. Not a good plan she thought.

The day came and she got herself ready, shower, washed her hair and chose what she would wear carefully. She'd told Bill how to recognise her and that she'd be wearing a red dress. It was one of her favourites, smart, not sexy or obvious. That she reserved for her lingerie, a pretty pale pink, low cut bra and matching pants, that were not quite a thong. Finally, she put on matching pink stockings and suspenders. Examining herself in the mirror, she thought to herself, pretty dam good for 31 and two children.

As she went out to the car, Jim held her tight.

"Please be careful love and keep in touch. Phone if you're going to be, you know, late."

He was embarrassed at what being late would mean, that she would be going into action.

She kissed him, realising this was much worse and humiliating for him too.

Driving off in her old small car, Angela realised that this was it. She had been swept along and now it was going to happen. Or rather, they were going to meet and it might happen. Three men, that was a first for her and she certainly hadn't told Jim about that, too much information. Concentrate, she thought, or there'd be an accident before she got there. An hour later and she was sitting in the car outside, trying to summon up the courage. Don't be a fool she thought, it's only a chat and a drink, that's all. Getting out of the car, she walked purposely to the door and entered looking around. It was really nice, quiet, old, with a log fire burning. A man rose from his seat and walked over to her,

"Angela, it's Bill, delighted to meet you." He gave her a firm handshake.

"Well Helen wasn't exaggerating, gorgeous, a sight for sore eyes. Come and meet the boys."

Two other men rose smiling and shook her hand, before sitting down in front of their pints.

"A large glass of dry white wine as a stiffener, as promised. I imagine you're as nervous as we are. We've never done anything like this either."

They all chatted away quite easily and in between speaking, she examined them, carefully. They seemed pleasant and kind, that was important. Otherwise pretty non-descript, a bit overweight, not handsome, but not deformed either. She smiled and crossed her legs, artlessly, showing a glimpse of stocking top, that always worked. Men were such simple creatures, so easy to handle. She actually started to enjoy herself, as they chatted about this and that. After an hour, she thought she should try and move things on.

"Well gentlemen, this has been very nice. I am sure you may want to think things over, you know, what you want to do. It might help me a bit, if I understood what you were looking for. Sorry, I know what you're looking for and if, you know, I'd do my very best to, well, please you. It's just, how often we might meet, what you like to do." They all burst out laughing.

"Don't be vulgar, I meant, dinner, theatre, evening at home, me cooking, that sort of thing." She finished.

"Oh, all of the above, I don't suppose you play golf do you?" She shook he head.

"Well, other talents I suppose." Eric finished and they all laughed again.

"Look, do you want me to go and powder my nose, while you have a chat about things?"

"Great idea Angela," Eric said. So that is what she did.

Returning after 10 minutes, she half expected them to have slipped away, but no, they were sitting there, beaming at her.

"We're all agreed, you're perfect, more than we were hoping for. So that's settled as far as we are concerned, how about you?"

"Well, you gents seem very nice and I need to do this, mortgage, school fees, you know. I'm in if you are, so, what happens now?"

"Eric's flat is nearby, shall we head over there, if you have the time." Bill answered.

"Yes, great, I allowed for this, my husband is at home, so the kids are fine. Gosh that's strange, talking about my husband, when, you know. But as I said, he's on board with this, very reluctantly. Well I'm not thrilled, nothing personal, but needs must.

Will someone come in my little car, direct me?"

Angela finished and they left together, Jim getting in the car with her and they made the short journey. He lived in a beautiful converted country house. The flat had its own Jacuzzi and there was a shared pool.

"This is lovely, really." Angela said as she entered the large, tastefully furnished flat.

"Thanks, I've had it since the divorce. It suits me, room for the boys to stay too. Now, remiss of me, I didn't ask about food, are you hungry?" Eric asked.

"No, I'm much too nervous."

"Don't worry, we don't bite, or only if we ask first. Look, I'll show you the kitchen. Could you make a pot of coffee and some tea? There are some pastries there too. We'll just have a quick shower and join you soon, OK?"

"Perfect," She answered and set to getting things ready. That was considerate, she thought, having a shower first.

It struck home what was going to happen. She had never had to cope with three men, two on several occasions, but three. Still, they didn't look to be that much of a challenge, not compared to the two giants who had assaulted her last year, in the sex club, that had been tough.

By the time she had everything ready in the lounge, the men were back, in matching white robes.

"Now, this is all new, but would it help, if I slipped out of this dress for you? Silly question."

Standing up, Angela lowered the zip on her dress, then pushed it down to her hips, making sure she bent down, to give them the full benefit of her cleavage. The bra coped, just, but her breast tissue bulged over the material and her nipples were very prominent. Turning away from them, she pushed her dress off, bending down to touch the floor, exposing both ass cheeks.

"I wore stockings, I know how you boys just love stockings."

She sat down opposite them, leant forward and asked,

"See anything you fancy, I meant the cakes"

They relaxed and enjoyed their hot drinks, chatting as if they'd known each other for years. Finally, Angela put her cup down and said,

"Well this isn't getting the job done is it?"

She slipped off her seat, in front of Bill. Undoing his robe, she examined his erection, which was commendably hard for his age and a deal bigger than she expected. She just breathed on it and he jumped, making her giggle. Giving it an exploratory lick, she opened her mouth and sank most of his length, into her throat. He gasped, and she sucked hard as, she withdrew and licked up his length. Swallowing him again, then bobbing up and down, sucking hard. Another cock appeared to her right and she switched her attention, staring at it intently. Mmmm, equally hard and large, this wasn't going to be the walk in the park she had supposed

She murmured, "Come in my mouth if you want, I love it." Then proceeded to attack the new erection, that turned out to be Jim's.

When she had attended to all three cocks on the sofa, they lifted her up and put her ass on the edge of the sofa, pulling off her pants. She was glad she'd trimmed that day. Many men had commented how beautiful she was down there, her Jim loved it, gazing and exploring her with his mouth and fingers. She was so sensitive down there. It was her turn to groan, as fingers, then a tongue started working on her. Angela was so wet already, turned on by the sordid novelty of being paid for sex.

Her eyes were closed, as a mouth closed over hers and a tongue pushed in. Groaning again, she responded, kissing him back hard, as her bra was removed and two hands gripped her full tits, running the firm flesh through his fingers. This was most enjoyable, perhaps she should be paying them. Her thoughts were broken as a first orgasm washed over her, she relaxed and sighed.

The fingers left her sex and she sensed a body looming over her and an erection at her labia, then it pushed in, forcefully. Groaning, her eyes snapped open to see Eric, grinning at her. Smiling some encouragement to him, he drew back and drove in harder, then again and again. Resting his weight on her inner thighs, forcing them wider and his cock deeper.

"Mmmm.., don't stop, that's perfect, yes," She murmured encouragement.

He did stop though and was replaced by Jim, then Bill. Before long, she came again, under this relentless assault. The rippling of muscles in her vagina, made Jim grunt and come too. He lay on top of her, in a sweaty, panting heap, till he struggled off, to be replaced by one of the others, then the third, all coming in quick succession and seeming to fill her up.

"Boys, I'm overflowing, if I stand up, I'm going to ruin this lovely sofa. Someone give me some tissues."

One of the men did and she stuffed them inside, to soak up the fluid.

"Now, did someone mention a Jacuzzi, is it warm, can we use it, without being seen?"

"Yes, to all those questions," Eric laughed.

She was pulled to her feet and they went outside. Pulling off her shoes and stockings, she jumped in and sighed.

"I don't know about you, but I was really nervous. It feels so good, you know, to have broken the ice. I have to say, I have never been paid for sex. I am going to be paid?" They nodded.

"To be honest, it feels so exciting, you know, being paid. You'll think I'm just saying this, but it was fantastic. I lost track of how many times I came, thanks.

Still need to be paid though, mortgage to pay, you know. I'll stop babbling now. Any chance a girl could get a drink round here. That would make it perfect."

Jim got out and came back with large glasses of white wine for all of them. They clinked glasses, soaking in the warm water,

"To us, the start of, I don't know, is it the start or the finish?" She stopped.

"Don't be silly girl, we must plan the next meeting." Bill replied.

"What do you mean, next one, I hope we haven't finished this one. A short break and it's round two, if anyone is up for it. If not, I have ways of persuading you, trust me." And she gave them a wicked smile.

They all chatted for half an hour, till two of the men moved towards her and started exploring.

"That's more like it, now will someone help me dry off?"

They helped her out and wrapped her in a warm bath towel. It was chilly out, now it was dark. Walking back in the living room, she dropped to her knees and attended to the gentlemen, though they were all semi erect already.

Standing up, she asked, "Now, what's your pleasure gents?"

Walking her back over to the sofa, they pushed her face down, over the arm. Spreading her thighs for them, a hand pushed at her groin, spreading her lips, then masturbated her. Another hand spread her ass cheeks and cold ointment dropped around her anus.

"I hope you don't mind, but Helen said you were, adventurous, shall we say." Someone asked.

"That's ok, just stop if I ask please, or slow down at least? You are all quite big boys."

She stopped and gasped as one then two fingers were pushed in her anus and started stretching her. A third finger was added and she held up a hand,

"Just a moment, please." Then she indicated they could carry on.

Then everything stopped and a cock pushed at her cunt, then was thrust in hard. She rose up off the arm and groaned, but was pushed back down, as the man withdrew and thrust in harder. Each thrust was throwing her body around, till he gripped her hips, hard. The pounding finished, he withdrew and she felt him at her anal ring, then the familiar pressure and her usual attempt to relax, control her breathing. Finally, the muscle gave way and he started pushing in, till he could go no further. He slowly withdrew, then pushed in hard, making her jump. Panting, she calmed herself, till he pulled back, then in, harder still, till he was buried. He ground into her ass and she moaned. God, she liked anal sex. It was wicked she knew, but she loved it. Someone lifted her chin and pushed his cock passed willing lips, reaching to maul her tits, she liked that too. They started pushing in together, at each end and she moaned around the erection in her mouth, sucking hard.

Angela could sense the man behind was near coming, he increased the speed and force. No one had pounded her ass as hard before, not even in the sex club last year. Finally he started grunting and thrusting hard at full penetration, pushing her off the arm and the cock in her mouth, down her throat. It wasn't possible, but she was sure she could feel the jets of cum in her bowels, then he lay on her buttocks, quite spent.

No rest though, the man in her mouth quickly replaced him. There was no need for a gentle start, she was well stretched and he plunged completely into her ass, before drawing back and attacking her just as hard, with a sordid squelching sound, as he withdrew. It was still very nice, but becoming more painful. For Angela, the best sex always had a strong element of pain too. She quickly built to another orgasm and pushed him over the brink too. One more still to come, giving her the same brutal treatment. She pulled his hands down to grip her tits hard and she came again, bucking under him as her muscles spasmed. He came too, groaning and pumping yet more cum into her ass.

She just lay over the arm and they stood in a semi-circle around her. Sensing what they wanted, she reached back and stretched her buttocks apart, so they could admire her stretched, ravaged anus. It was an impressive site, seeping cum and a little blood. Strange, but men sometimes needed to inflict pain and humiliation on a woman, even normally kind ones. She knew that and didn't mind, now it was part of the delight in being paid.

"Can I get up now, admired your handiwork enough?" She asked.

They fussed round her and pulled her to her feet, giving more tissue.

"Don't worry, I enjoyed it too, honest. Now let's soak in a bath for a bit. More wine would be good."

They were all pretty exhausted, but found the bathroom, ran a hot bath, which was big enough for three, not all four. When they were settled and comfortable, she lying against Eric's chest, while he played with her breasts. After a while, she asked,

"I'm not sure what happens next. I need to get some sleep, I'm exhausted. Is there somewhere I can go? Perhaps someone or two, can keep me company."

"I hadn't really planned beyond, you know, the sex. But that seems a good plan. We're all pretty tired too." Eric answered, then went on, "We haven't eaten, are you hungry?"

She shook her head, "Just exhausted, but if you want, eat of course. Then come and join me. Anyone feel the urge in the night, well just wake me, or start without me and I'll join in."

They weren't hungry either, just tired. They got out of the bath, dried off and went to bed. Before she fell asleep, she thought about Jim, husband that is. Excusing herself, she got up, went downstairs and phoned, to reassure him. They all fell asleep, Angela with Eric and Bill, Jim in the next room.

Waking up late, she was confused where she was, then flushed with embarrassment, looking at them. The two men stirred too.

"You hungry boys, I'll make some breakfast. Then perhaps you can send me off with a bang, as it were." She giggled and her tits quivered delightfully. Both men thought that was definitely on the cards.

Angela found a robe, went downstairs and started on breakfast, tea, coffee, toast and a full English Breakfast. Shouting upstairs when it was ready, they joined her and hungrily attacked what she had made.

"I still am not sure what happens now, will you contact me, do you want to contact me, do we meet singly or together?" She finished.

"Yes to all those questions. I think we plan individual meetings. In fact, if you have your diary, could we pencil in some dates, OK? We know you have work, a family, but we'll fit in round each other" Eric finished.

"You seemed to fit in alright last night and in some surprising places."

"Now don't be crude Angela." Bill said.

They chatted and swapped dates and times. It actually didn't prove that difficult.

Angela stood up and dropped her robe.

"Does anyone have the energy left to send me off with a bang?

I thought you might." She said as Eric approached her, already erect.

He bent her over the kitchen table and entered her, with no resistance. Moaning in appreciation, she reached for Jim, standing next to her and popped him in her mouth. It didn't take long, about 20 minutes and all of them had cum in her. Nothing too strenuous, unlike last night. She had to admit, it had been very pleasant. She liked these men, they were funny and kind, just nice people. That mattered to her more than anything, in taking all this on. She was making herself very vulnerable and she needed to feel she could trust them.

Standing up at last, there was a little gush down her legs,

"Woops," She said, then "Thanks," as someone passed some tissue.

"A quick shower and no help this time," She held up a warning finger.

"Then I must love you and leave you. Scratch that, no more loving."

Walking up the stairs, swaying those hips, she blew them a kiss. A half hour later, she came back, having made some running repairs, it would have to do. She gave each of them a hug and kiss, then confirmed they understood arrangements for each of their meetings.

As she was leaving, Bill said, "Haven't you forgotten something?" And handed her a fat brown envelope.

"Silly me, I forgot I was doing this for a living, thanks guys."

Tucking it into her handbag, she got in her car and drove off, waving. On the way home, she thought what she would say to Jim, nothing. It would drive them both crazy, if she gave him all the sordid details after each of her meetings. It was just too bad that all this money was going to Helen, she'd worked hard for it.

When she did get home, Angela just got back into the domestic routine, shopping, washing the kid's clothes for school next week. By an unstated agreement, they didn't discuss what happened. In fact, it was a nice weekend, now they seemed to have a way out of their troubles, however unpalatable the means.

On Monday, the business phone rang, it was Helen,

"Well, my little treasure, you seemed to have made a big impression. I suppose I should be grateful you didn't kill any of the boys."

"Give me time, just give me time. I have the envelope, don't worry, I haven't forgotten our arrangement." Angela finished.

"I knew that and you have already made arrangements to follow up, excellent, don't give them time to think. They are nice guys though, aren't they? You don't want any weirdos.

Well, by for now, call me if you have any problems."

Helen phoned off and Angela got back to cleaning the house. Perhaps, she could afford a cleaner soon, now that was a thought.

To be continued.

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