Glamour sex

Another day, another tiring day at the bar. I was a very popular dancer at one of the best brothels in town, and most rich folk knew about me. I was used to high payments from fat, overindulgent rich men that had nothing better to do with their money, nor did they know any better. Yet, I was not able to leave this world. Just like them, it was all I knew. I fled my home when I was 20 years old, because of my abusing family, and found refuge in this brothel. I was found by the owner, who saw a promising dancer in me. I had more money than my family could ever imagine, but I felt quite empty all the time.

Tonight’s client was an Irish man, not very usual. He was blonde, not as fat as other clients, and had piercing green eyes. His accent was very attractive to me. He got into my room, which was lit with a faint red light, which bounced off all the decorations, embedded with real diamonds. This brothel was just for the rich, and the ambience reflected this. He ordered the most expensive wine, and walked into the room holding it like a champ. “Care to have a drink?” He said, his accent very thick. “Of course, my dance routine leaves me very tired” I replied casually.

This was the usual, a few expensive drinks, boring chit-chat, then sex. “Do you like working here?” the man asked, while getting up from his seat so he was able to undress. “As you can see, I have a rather flashy life here. I don’t mind working here” I replied in a low tone. I didn’t like my job much, but the money was sweet. He was completely naked before me, his manhood bigger than I expected for an Irish man. He walked towards me, and without saying anything, he put his dick in my mouth. I began to suck it slowly, and I still had the flavor of the wine in my mouth, so it was a rather nice fellatio. I stood up, and he kissed me.

He undressed me quite forcefully, but it did not take long, since I just had a bikini. I was rather upset that he tore it apart; it was a very nice bikini, and very expensive too. I did not say anything about it, and instead walked towards the bed as if I was going to get on stage, my butt cheeks moving along with my body. “A good ass” he said, walking towards me. He knelt and dove his face into my pussy as soon as I laid on bed. He gave a rather good head, his tongue was quite long. After that, he began fucking me. He was a very good fuck, but did not last for too long.

I sucked the load out of his penis, and he made a rather funny expression when he came. After he was done, he got dressed and left. “Very good service” I heard him say as he left my red room. I was getting ready to go to sleep, when somebody knocked at my door. “Another client?” I said to myself while walking towards the door. And when I opened it, it was indeed another client. A short man, not half as handsome as my last one-night lover. I let him in and we had a quite unexciting sex. He lasted more than the Irish man, however, and left a better tip as well.

After he left, I was able to sleep finally. The following day, I had breakfast with the other girls. They all were talking about their clients from last night, and joking about them. I told them about the Irish man, and they seemed jealous that he went to my room instead of theirs.

Later that day, I decided to go buy new clothes. I needed a new bikini, since the Irish man tore my old one apart. I went to a nearby mall, a mall for the rich. I was already used to excess and posh locales. I did my shopping without much delay; unlike other women, I would never get too caught up in my shopping. I was always to the point. While leaving the shop, I stumbled across a tall man. I recognized him as Jeremy, my ex-boyfriend from years ago. We had not seen each other in more than 5 years, back when I decided to leave my house without telling anybody.

“Lauren?” He said in surprise. “It’s so pleasant to see you! What happened to you? What are you doing here?” he seemed quite glad to see me, whereas I did not feel the same about seeing him. “I work near here. I decided to leave my old life behind.” I said casually. “Work? Where do you…” then I interrupted him. “A brothel”. I didn’t give any more details, then kissed him on the cheek. “I hope to see you again” I said, then left the speechless man behind. I did not want to see my past again. I took a taxi back to the brothel.

Everybody was getting ready for the night. Despite the price, the brothel was very popular during the entire week. Rich tycoons frequented it, even on multiple days in a row. I wanted to put on my new bikini and a faux fur coat I bought, and go for a glamorous dance routine in the pole. I don’t know what it was, but I was quite popular among the clients. When my turn came to get on stage, I did my dance just as I imagined it, to the beat of slow electronic music. As I got undressed, I saw Jeremy on the crowd. He stared at me the entire show, and I knew he would want to go to my room later. When the show was over, I got off stage rather quickly.

Inside my room, I was getting ready for Jeremy to come see me. He came faster than I thought, and I greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. “I’m surprised that you found the right brothel on the first try.” I said to him while applying mascara. “This is the most popular one so I decided to try here first” I was not really surprised. “Can you afford this?” I asked him in a mocking tone. “I’m a lawyer now, of course I can” I was rather shocked at the revelation. He sat next to me and started to make out with me. “You just left and broke my heart” he said after kissing me. “I needed to. Besides, I’m rich now” I said as I took his coat off.

“You can come live with me” he said confidently, caressing my cheek. “Doesn’t sound thrilling” I replied, taking off my bikini before he could tear it apart. He got naked before me, and then got on the bed. “Come here” he asked, and so I did. We made out, then I rode his dick on my bed. He was more muscular now, and he dressed better too. I really did enjoy having sex with him.

He fucked me with such passion I had not felt before. “I’m going to come” he said as I took his cock out of my pussy and started to suck on it. “In my mouth” I said, then began to suck. He came after about 2 minutes, a very big load. “That was the best sex I’ve had in a while” I said to him.

“We can have more sex like that Lauren, if you left this place and come to live with me” He said, pulling my head to his to kiss me. “Or, you could become a regular client and keep paying me to have sex” I said mockingly. “Do you really like this life?” he asked. “I know no better” I said, then began to dress up. “Besides, I don’t have a bad time here” I added. “Suit yourself” he said, the left my room after he got dressed.

I sat down, and after 15 minutes of no one coming to my room, I began to write on my diary:

“March 22^nd, 1994. Today was a cold but nice day. I did some shopping and stumbled across my ex-boyfriend. The last official boyfriend I had. I saw he still had feelings for me. He came to the brothel to have sex with me, then asked me to leave with him, then I rejected him. This life, submerged in jewels and sex, took control of me and made me reject the only man who’s ever loved me. I reject my choice, but I won’t leave this place, as I know no better than the place that made me someone. I wasn’t going to leave the spotlight.”

With tears running down my face, I closed my diary and put it away. I put on my pajamas and got into bed, ready for a new, unexciting day to come.