|
New!Gallery New!Stories
|
“A New Life Begins” Part Two of “Prohibition” A low December Sun peeked cautiously through the window when I finally awoke and took hold of my senses the following day; the day after I’d been brutalized. It was a different bed and a different room and the linen was virginal white, soft as a lamb, and smelled from a delightful potpourri. There was a Panda on the pillow next to me and I took into my arms and cuddled its fuzzy warmth to my breasts just as the door opened and Sharon entered in a nicely starched uniform carrying a wide mouth jar filled with a thick white ointment. “How’s our bad gurl today?” she asked with a wink and a smile. I trembled with the memories of the previous night remembering how Moe had whipped me with that strap and the horror of Belinsky’s weight on my back while he violated me. “Is it over Sharon?” I said, “Please tell me its over.” She raised my flannel nightgown to my waist then massaged a handful of the white cream on to the cheeks of my derriere, “Yes it’s all over and your safe, safe here at Lou’s.” I purred like a kitten as the cool cream extinguished the fires in my bottom. “These are the worst welts and bruises I’ve ever seen,” Sharon said, “You really took a beating. But this medicine comes from an old chemist in Slavic Village and works miracles, with two or three days rest you will be as good as new.” “You’re gonna be better than new,” a new voice said, and I looked over my shoulder at an incredibly gorgeous woman dressed in a mauve silk dress like those gowns that society babe’s buy from Italy at the couture house of Scaparelli. She walked towards the bed with that kind of feminine grace that gurls like me envy and emulate then sat down on the other side of the bed and touched my cheek softly. It was her feminine persona, the other side of the complex coin that would become my measure of wealth. “Hi Lou and thanks for everything,” I said. “Hi Spanky,” she said with a smile, “You got what you had coming and you paid your debt. Now you’re a free gurl and able to make your own destiny”! “I’m numb Lou that Belinsky was as big around as Babe Ruth’s bat and he really gave me a screwing. But I see now that I owed Moe a lot and I failed him when he needed my help. I’ll never be that kind of selfish bitch again. I promise.” I took a breath the continued. “I want to be one of your gurls Lou, I’ll always behave, and I’ll be your best earner, you’ll see”! Now she paused to gather her thoughts. “This is a special house Spanky, a house that caters to eclectic gentlemen with specific interests.”. “I know that Lou, lots of guys like a gurl with a little something extra in her panties, a gurl who can give them something they don’t get at home from the Mrs.” “You don’t know the half of it she said. But I can teach you. I can keep you off the streets and out of jail. I can give you a new life.” Lou touched my cheek again and I kissed her hand, the hand I knew would protect me, and the hand that would whip me when I had it coming. “If you feel strong enough to walk lets go to the kitchen. Sharon’s made a big pot of her famous chicken soup, and if that doesn’t make you feel better, nothing will.” They held my arm as we descended the wide curving stairway to the first floor and I heard the phonograph playing Cole Porter’s haunting melody: “Love For Sale.” I whispered the lyrics as all gurls probably do when they’ve decided to sacrifice their virtue for money. “Who will buy Who would like to sample my supply Who’s prepared to pay the price For a trip to paradise Love For Sale"!!! Chapter 2 I spent the next few days recuperating and being pampered by Sharon who was acting housemother for this odd lot of wayward fems. Slowly each gurl introduced herself and I felt a sense of sisterhood with them; a sense of family that had been absent from my life for a long time. Then on the afternoon of New Years Eve we were all herded into a gorgeous suite furnished in Victorian elegance. The Irish gurl Trixie was bent over an old fashioned punishment bench with a table that sloped downward at about a 30 degree angle so that her head was low and her backside very high. She was wearing old fashioned drawers, the kind that button in the back, and they had been opened and spread apart so that her chubby white freckled ass was on intimate display to each and all. Lou walked into the room carrying a rattan cane and swished it through the air sending a chill up our spines. I’ve never seen her look so angry. “The gentlemen who frequent my house do so because they trust me and they trust my gurls. They come here because they can be assured of safety and discretion. Without their confidence in this we have nothing more to offer than street whores sucking cock on Central Avenue”. Lou stopped speaking for a moment to let those words sink into our souls, then she swung the cane again bringing it down with a frightening thwack against the back of a leather divan. “Our Trixie here spoke publicly in a local diner about the odd sexual habits of a very prominent business man, didn’t you dear”. Louise punctuated her sentence by bringing the cane around hissing like a viper and landing again on the leather divan and my knees trembled a bit in fear. “Now we must re-establish our integrity, win back the confidence of our customers and in doing so we will all suffer for the sins of this little tramp. I have sent word to the streets that for the first hour of business tonight there will be free liquor and free pussy. You gurls would be wise to moisten well with an extra helping of Vaseline because by 8:00pm I am expecting a gaggle of thirsty gentlemen to be waiting at the door with their dicks in their hands. She then laid the cane on Trixie’s back and left the room leaving us all a little shocked and dismayed. Finally a black gurl named Irene spoke up, she was a pretty long-legged gurl with one of those high full bottoms that so many men crave. “I can’t speak for everyone, but I have family at home. I got brothers and sisters with no jobs during this depression and very little food on the table. Tonight’s money would have gone a long way for me and mine. This gurl needs to learn a lesson, needs to learn to keep her big mouth shut cept for those times there’s a dick to suck”! I couldn’t keep from noticing how Trixie’s buttock cheeks were clinching and quaking as Irene picked up the cane and took careful aim. She delivered a trio of resounding thwacks that brought a squeal and a screech from Trixie. “Quiet bitch,” another gurl said then picked up a banana from a fruit bowl resting on a mahogany table and pushed it rudely into the captive gurls mouth. The cane was passed around again and again from gurl to gurl till finally it got handed to me and I stepped back to examine the tapestry of welts that was Trixie’s bottom. Suddenly I was overcome by a strange sexual surge that coursed through my body with eerie electricity. My nipples swelled to twice their size and the fabric of my panties seemed stretched to its limit. I looked down at the furrow between her ass cheeks and the gaping little mouth of her pussy that seemed to be yawning for attention. “So this is what it’s like,” I thought, “This is the thrill that Dominant’s know when they collar a slave or claim another’s buttocks.” I raised the cane and felt my first rush of pleasure. Three times I swung creating a pink ladder of stripes on the Irish gurl’s thighs and three times she squealed like a piglet. Then I dropped the cane and turned to the others. Irene spoke first, “You didn’t have to do that, you aren’t even working here yet”, and I answered quickly. “I am working tonight, I made a commitment to Lou, and now I’m making a commitment to you gurls, to my new family. What’s good for you is good for me, even if that means spreading my legs for some drunken sailor without a dime in his pocket”. Suddenly we were all smiling and hugging and exchanging sweet little kisses. Several gurls felt a little frisky and took the liberty of feeling me up and I felt right back finding some delightfully long, thick clits in the process. Lou stood just outside the door watching every move then smiled and walked away. Chapter 3 During the next several hours everyone prepared for the long night ahead. Louise shed her daytime persona and elegant gown for a sharkskin suit and the emergence of her tough guy image and all the gurls rifled through closets full of hand-me-down dresses. But nobody was complaining about that, we were only a few years past the flapper era, and what better time for a cross dresser! A fashionable flapper had short sleek hair that was bobbed or shingled, then Eaton cropped. She had a boyish figure with a chest as flat as a board that was caressed by minimal lightweight bandeau or chemise bras. The boning and corsetry from the Edwardian era was a thing of the past, at least for a while. She was liberated and brazen even to the point of applying her make-up in public in restaurants or fashionable tearooms. I’m sure if you are a red-blooded man you can remember seeing a bare armed gurl in beige stockings smoking cigarettes in a long fancy holder and acting like a flirt! If a woman looked boyish, a woman looked fashionable, and that suited gurls like us to a T. It was a wonderful time! That evening I wore a little black dress that had to be inspired by Coco Chanel herself. It was loose fitting and comfortable with a hemline just above my knee where it met my rolled down flesh-tone rayon stockings and I was sure that on the dance floor any interested gentleman might get a naughty peek of my bare thighs. I was sitting at my make-up table applying the third coat of oxblood red lipstick when Sharon came marching up the steps calling us all down to the parlor for inspection and I quickly stepped into my T-strap 3” heels and joined the procession. We lined up like schoolgirls at recess and Lou walked down the line with a scowl that made us all as nervous as whores in church on Sunday morning. Then Lou stepped back and smiled. “You’re gorgeous, all of you are beautiful. What man could resist those perky little nipples and precious behinds”! Then she turned to Frederick the chauffer/butler and instructed him to open the front doors: it was Showtime. Lou put her arm around my waist. “Now listen baby” she said, “this first hour is going to be a little wild and a new gurl on the floor draws a lot of attention. I wasn’t expecting you to start work until next week, but what you did today was smart, and it earned a lot of loyalty from your sisters. If you find yourself in trouble, just yell out, I won’t let anything bad happen to you baby”! Then she squeezed my waist tighter and I felt so wanted I almost started to cry.
|