Adult Service

by Mandurah

©Copyright 2024 Mandurah

Part 1

I left school at eighteen, and after a short break, I started university studying hospitality, with a casual job as a bartender/waiter. Mum and I lived at home, and I had to contribute towards our combined expenses. I wasn’t earning much with my part-time job and quickly realised I required more moolah to cover my education and living-at-home costs. I desperately needed a better-paying job. The days of asking for cash to buy clothes, perfumes and shoes were gone.

One day, I was searching through the online newspaper looking for work when an advert caught my eye in the personal section. It read. “Are you between 18 and 25 years old and want to make big money? If so, call this number for more details.” I was curious and wanted to know more. I liked the idea of making big money to pay my uni fees. Hell, who wouldn’t? Although the ad didn’t say what industry the job was in.

Should I or shouldn’t I give the number a call? Or should I talk to Sienna first? No, she’d most likely talk me out of it and tell me it was too risky or some perv wanted to get his rocks off as he talked dirty to me.

A phone call couldn’t do any harm, could it? I mean, if I didn’t like what they had to offer. Then I didn’t have to accept it, did I?

I decided to call the number, and a woman answered. “Good afternoon. Speciality Services. Can I help you?”

“Oh, hi, I…er…er, I’m calling about the ad in the paper,” I stammered, somewhat nervous.

“Thank you. I’ll put you through to Mr Stepanovich.

“Hello, Gregory Stepanovich speaking.” He spoke with a strong Eastern European accent.

“Oh, hi, my name’s Kylie, I’m er…calling about the ad, you know…the one in the paper. Can you tell me what the job entails?”

“Sure, come in for interview with me and wife, Svetlana. She will explain.”

“What does the job entail? And how much can I earn?”

“Are you desperate for money? I can offer you many job pay well, with big tips.”

“Yes, I need the money. Where do I have to come for the appointment?”

“Give me your name and number, and Svetlana will call soon, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” I gave him my name and number, interested to see what they would offer.

My phone rang about thirty minutes after the call with Mr Stepanovich. “Hello.”

“Hello, my dear, Svetlana Stepanovich, calling. You spoke with Gregory, my husband, a little while ago and said you interested in job.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good, meet Gregory and me at ten tomorrow morning at the Hot Club in Belgravia Street, Belmont. Near Great Eastern Highway.”

“Yes, I can do that. Do I need to bring my references or anything else I may need?”

“No, we both check you out tomorrow, my dear.”

Later that night, Sierra and Faith came around with a six-pack of Jim Beam and Cola, and we sat outside catching up with life and work.

“How’s work with you two?”

“Still there, no one's taken it away, you know, answering calls all day long, being nice to people who come into reception looking for a sales rep. Boring,” Faith complained.

“Busy as all hell in the doctor’s surgery,” Sienna added.

“At least you two have a job,” I said before continuing, “But guess what? I have an interview tomorrow at the Hot Club in Belmont.”

“Well, I think that’s a good idea to pop these cans and celebrate,” Faith said.

We each popped a can and said, “Cheers.”

“And good luck for tomorrow,” Sienna added.

“What type of job is it?” Faith asked curiously.

“Can you get us into the club for free?” Sienna queried.

“Strewth, girls. Give me a break. I don’t have the job yet. And I don’t know what it entails. I saw an ad in the personal section that said it paid big money, and being desperate with only part-time work, I’m interested to see what they offer me.”

“Oh, C’mon, Kylie, how dumb can you be? Okay, you’ve got the right colour hair to be a dumb blonde, but you don’t know? Think about it. Big money, nightclubs, prostitution, drugs. They go hand in hand. I bet you they offer you a job as a prostitute,” Faith said.

“Geez, thanks very much for the vote of confidence. I was looking for something better than that.”

“Hey, don’t tarts make big money though?” Sienna added while running her hands across her boobs.

“I know. Let's strip Kylie down to her bra and panties, apply plenty of make-up and lipstick, and then get her to wear a pair of stay-ups and high heels, making her look like a sexy hooker. Then she can audition for the job as we interview her,” Faith said, snickering.

“Get real, you two. There’s no way I would let you strip me, and what do you think I am?”

“A tart? And we’re getting you ready for your new job?” Sienna replied while laughing.

Sienna and Faith continued to tease me about the interview while we drank the cans of Jim Beam and Cola.

The next day, I arrived at the club in plenty of time and was greeted at the door by some burly guy. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr and Mrs Stepanovich.”

The guy grunted and walked off, and a short time later, came back and gruffly said, “This way.” I followed him down a long corridor, where he opened a door and beckoned me to go in. Two people were standing, chatting as I entered the room, and I guessed they were Mr and Mrs Stepanovich.

“Nice to see you, my dear,” Mrs Stepanovich said.”

“So, you want to work in club, yes? Mr Stepanovich said.

“I would like to find out what the job entails first,” I asked.

“Strip to panties,” Mr Stepanovich said emphatically.

I was gobsmacked and shocked.

“Absolutely not. I’m leaving,” I quickly replied.

I turned to leave the office when Mr Stepanovich called out, “You can start job as prostitute tonight.”

I hurried my pace, ran out of the club, and caught the bus home. But the ad, my visit to the club, and my knowledge of the hospitality industry gave me an idea of how to make money.

I placed an ad in the online newspaper offering my service as a hostess, with low rates catering for small and family gatherings. I had no idea what response I might get. I received several emails and one phone call.

“Hello, Kylie speaking.”

“Hi, I have a family gathering of ten this Friday, and I’m looking for someone to serve the drinks and food. Would you be available, and what would it cost?”

“What time does it start and finish?

“Seven o’clock start with a ten o’clock finish.”

“Yes, I am available, and for two girls. That would be two hundred and forty dollars.”

“Fantastic, you are a lifesaver. The other company I booked called and told me they couldn’t fulfil the booking.”

“What’s the function for?”

“It’s a surprise fortieth birthday party for my wife.”

“Okay, let's hope it’s a good one.”

“Oh, it will be. I'm picking Glenda up from work, taking her for a few drinks to loosen her up, then we have a stripper coming at nine who will set her on fire.”

“Sounds wicked. Lucky Glenda.”

I gathered the customer's name and address and told him how he could pay. Then, I contacted Faith.

“Hey, Kylie, what’s happening?”

“How would you like to make one hundred and twenty bucks? This Friday, serving drinks and food for a gig I have picked up?”

“You what? What have you done now?”

“Yeah, like. I got an idea when I walked out of the club when they offered me a prostitute’s job and posted an ad offering my service as a hostess. I’ve got my first booking, but I need someone to help, and I thought of you. Are you interested?”

“Okay, I’ll help you out. What do I have to wear?”

“Black shoes, skirt, stay-ups, and white blouse. Can I ask another favour?”

“I can guess. You want me to pick you up, don’t you.”

“Yes. Is six thirty okay.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

Faith and I arrived at Chis Flynn’s home early, and his son Archie greeted us, then led us through the house, explaining where everything was that we required.

The other guests arrived, and we got them a drink; shortly after seven, a merry Glenda arrived to a round of cheers and applause.

After everyone was seated, Chris called me over and whispered in my ear that he wanted Glenda to have a full glass of wine at all times. After receiving the instructions, I paid particular attention to ensuring Glenda was a happy drunk.

The evening went well, with lots of drinking and laughter. We sang Happy Birthday when the cake came out, and at nine, there was a knock on the door. Chris motioned me to answer.

I opened the door to find a guy dressed as a bikie, holding a portable audio system. “Is this the Flynn household?” He asked.

“Yes, it is. The guest of honour is sitting at the head of the table.”

He turned on the music and went up to the birthday girl. “Hi Glenda, my name is Dan. Would you mind moving your chair back so I can dance around you?”

Glenda moved her chair back with a big smile on her face.

The bikie started his dance routine, regularly running his hands up and down his body, then stroking Glenda’s face. He removed his jacket and shirt to reveal a well-developed muscular chest.

The guy took hold of Glenda’s hands, kissed the back of both and then placed her palms on his chest. She began to rub all over him, pinching his nipples as he unfastened the buttons of her top before looking at Chris, who nodded his head. The guy stood her up and slipped her blouse down her arms to leave Glenda standing in her bra and skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests.

The music continued, and the stripper took off his pants, revealing his bulky package behind his G-string. He put his hands behind Glenda’s neck and pulled her face down to his crotch, pushing his crown jewels into her face, and she gave them a quick squeeze before pulling on his cock. He stood her up and began to gyrate his body against hers, and as he did, he found the clasp to her skirt, unfastened it, and let it fall to the floor. Again, the guests clapped and cheered as Glenda blushed and stood in her black silky panties and bra set.

The stripper sat in her chair and pulled her down onto his lap, and he began to grind his crotch against her arse before bouncing her up and down on his cock. I couldn’t believe it when the bikie removed her bra and put his hands on her tits, and began to squeeze and massage them. “Ooooooohhhhh,” all the guests cried out in surprise.

The poor woman looked so embarrassed, but the rest of the group was soon cheering and whooping it up as the stripper’s now hard cock pressed against her arse. Dan and Glenda stood up, and he whipped off his G-string, revealing a good-sized cock. Glenda looked at it, then her husband, who again nodded. She fell to her knees and placed the guy's cock between her tits, and began to titty fuck him for a short while, and as the music drew to a close, Glenda surprised the guests and me when she took his cock into her mouth, sucking on him deeply while squeezing his nuts. Her head bobbed back and forth as she pumped his dick in her hand, then she pulled back and licked around the bulging purple head as she looked the guy in the eye as she took him deep yet again.

The stripper began to flex his legs and put his hands behind Glenda’s head and groaned as he filled her mouth with jizz. He held her against his groin until he had stopped spasming and then pulled out. Glenda opened her mouth to show the guests she had a mouth full of cum, and the guests chanted, “Swallow, swallow, swallow.” She did, then kissed the guy on the lips.

What a performance. Now I know why Chris wanted to keep Glenda full of wine and in a happy place, to lose her inhibitions. I wonder if Chris arranged for him to do what he did, or did he take a few extra liberties? I guess I’ll never know. The guy picked up his clothes, got dressed and left, winking at me as he did. Mmmm, the possibilities, I thought.

I was collecting empty glasses from the table when Chris asked, “Can we have a word in private?”

“Sure.”

“Come out the back with me.”

I followed him outside, and he closed the door so no one could hear our conversation.

“I’m impressed with your service tonight. I thought it went very well.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you liked what we provided.”

“Next Friday, I’m hosting a card night with five mates, and I want to ask you if you are willing to be the hostess, but I want you almost naked.”

Oh, my God, what have I let myself in for? I thought. “Mr Flynn, I’ve never been a naked hostess, and I’m not sure that I should.”

“Hey, you’re fantastic. You’re young, look good, have a great figure, and you’ll knock the guy’s socks off. How about I pay you a grand if you wear a suspender belt and stockings with high-heeled shoes? You will serve drinks and snacks and be eye candy for the guys. We like to outdo each other when it’s our turn to host the game.”

I thought about it for a while. I need the money and thought what harm could it do and replied,” “Make it twelve hundred, and I’m all yours.”

“Fantastic. Be here at seven forty-five. The game starts at eight and can run until two in the morning. Is that okay?”

“No worries,” I enthusiastically replied.

“Great, I look forward to next Friday.”

With that, I turned to go back into the house when I felt a light tap on my bum. I turned around and said, “Cheeky.”

“There’s plenty more of that if you want.”

I blew him a kiss and went inside, quickly finishing tidying up before Faith and I left.

“What did Chris want when you went outside?” Faith asked questioningly.

“He offered me another gig next Friday as a hostess for a card game he’s arranged.”

“Did you take it?”

“Sure did,” I replied without telling her I would be almost naked.

“Good, I’m glad for you. I hope it works out well and leads you to getting more work.”

“Thank you. Me too.”

Faith dropped me home, and my mind was in a whirl. I couldn’t sleep as I was constantly thinking about next Friday.

The following morning, I asked Mum if I could borrow her car to go shopping, which she did. I found a pair of high-heel stiletto pumps with ankle straps, trimmed white lace and peep toe. Next on my list was the white suspender belt and matching stockings I found in the lingerie store.

Once home, I changed into my sexy, seductive lingerie and admired myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked hot. The guys will have a boner all night long, I thought.

On the day of the game, I slept in until 1pm, knowing it would be very early on Saturday morning before I got home. Later that day, I showered and trimmed my pubic hair into a neatly trimmed, short landing strip and thought, what guy wouldn’t appreciate a well-trimmed bush showing off my pussy lips.

I packed my bag with my sexy attire and a tube of lube, just in case things went further than expected.

I took a taxi to the Flynn’s house in Como, a well-to-do suburb, and I felt nervous as I knocked on the door. Chris answered, then hugged and kissed me on the cheek once inside.

“Please, come this way, Kylie, and I’ll show you where you can get changed.”

“Thank you, Mr Flynn. Would you like me to come out once I have changed?”

“Of course, but please call me Chris. Then I can show you around and explain where everything is.”

Typical man. He wants me almost naked, ogling me before he shows me around, rather than when I’m fully clothed.

I changed and knew how hot I looked, and added a splash or two of perfume that would drive the guy’s crazy.

I walked down the hall with my hardened nipples, standing out to meet Chris in the kitchen. “Wow, wow, wow, don’t you look smokin’ hot. Perky nipples and a beautiful landing strip. I could fuck you on the kitchen table right now.”

Fucking perv. A guy with money buys what he wants, but I was glad to take it. “Thank you, Chris. I’m glad you approve, and I take it as a wonderful compliment.”

“Approve! Fuck, I wish I was twenty-five years younger. I’d be chasing you around until I got you in bed.”

I’m sure I blushed as I felt my face become hot and looked down at the floor. When I looked up, Chris was in front of me, putting his arms around my waist, pulling me into him and giving me a loving kiss before our kissing became passionate when our tongues touched. After breaking the kiss, Chris put both his index fingers beneath my nipples and rubbed over them. The sensation of kissing an older man and with him playing with my nipples got me all tingly.

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