Message-ID: <7305eli$9801151858@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: Kathy 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" II-4 (204 lines) This is my first effort at posting on A.S.S.M. It is the first section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Whether or not the rest is posted depends on the reaction or lack of one to this effort. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 4 Kathy Smith stretched catlike on her bed. As she did, she appeared older than her eighteen years. She had been at Julie's for as long as she could remember. Looking around the small room, she didn't much care for what she saw. Although the room was as clean as she could get it, in an over-100-year- old house in Norfolk, that wasn't very clean. She got up and inspected her nude body in a mirror which was showing its age. The silvering was smoked so her reflection appeared fuzzy. Other girls in the house admired her figure which, they said, was like a dancer's. That surprised Kathy because she didn't get much exercise except in bed with the johns. She looked herself over and could find no blemishes. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with small tip-tilted pink nipples. She looked down at her loins. Her mound was hairless. 'God, pulling out her pubic hairs one by one had been tedious and painful.' One of the girls had said that it was a good way to prevent crabs and reduce the chance of venereal disease. She had done it slowly. She could still remember the pain, sitting cross-legged on her bed, fighting the poor light, pulling the hairs out by the roots. Her mound was still smooth and hairless. The men loved her cunt. They said it was made to be fucked. Kathy didn't have a bad life. Julie liked her and gave her special treatment. She never worked the parlor downstairs. She didn't fully understand her own attitude. It wasn't that she felt superior to the other girls. 'I guess it's the meat-market aspect that gets to me,' she thought. Girls sitting around in attire ranging from diaphanous shorty tops, to negligees, to being naked from the waist up, or, with the redhead, Shirley, from the waist down. Shirley often appeared in a tight red sweater and red mules. Her red pubic hair was combed and brushed with as much care as she devoted to her tresses. Still, Kathy didn't like to see the johns handling the tits of the girls, tweaking their nipples, jamming a finger or a fist up their cunts. "Just trying you on, sister," one said. Worst of all in Kathy's view was the girls had to pretend to like it. Maybe they did. Most of the girls would grab at the john's crotch to build up his ego. They said they got better tips. At any rate, Kathy never had to do it. Perhaps it was because she looked so virginal in spite of having been a prostitute for years. Her body didn't show the wear and tear that she saw every day on most of the other girls. Kathy played a special rôle in the house. She was the house "virgin." Once in a while Julie would dress her up in a little-girl's dress for a special customer. Usually it was an older man. He would come into the room and Kathy would pretend to be terrified as he slowly stripped off her clothes. Then she would squeal as he placed his hand on her breast and fondled a nipple. She would pretend to draw away as he felt her cunt and her firm bottom. Before he finally entered her, she often had to help while appearing to be trying to fight him off. Kathy laughed to herself remembering how difficult entry was for some of them. Their biggest problem was getting and maintaining an erection. She couldn't go down on them which always worked because it would give the game away. After they spent inside her she would break a small vial of chicken blood in her crotch to make it appear the john had taken her maidenhead. Although Julie never gave her any money, she used to say that she had earned a bonus for her work. At least there was one thing she didn't need to worry about. The doctor who came regularly to inspect the girls had told her that she didn't need to bother with birth control devices. She could not become pregnant. Kathy couldn't remember the explanation he gave her but he had seemed certain and, unlike many of the other girls, she had never been pregnant. Kathy didn't know who owned the house. At first she thought it was Julie's, but one of the other girls said she just managed it "for a man downtown." Once a month Julie would put on her best dress and take a taxi downtown to report the month's results. Kathy smiled to herself, thinking of some of the lines about whores she had heard. "The only profession where you start at the top and work down." "Spread your legs and let the johns put money in your twat." Julie took special care with Kathy. She wore no makeup in contrast to the pounds of it that some of the other girls wore. Occasionally, she put on a little lipstick, and occasionally lightly rouged her nipples and her pubic lips. When she did, she was very careful to be sure that it wasn't notice able. Kathy paced back and forth across her tiny room. There was only room for the bed, a wash stand and a tiny space that served as her closet. She had hung a curtain to hide the hooks and her negligible wardrobe. Finally, there was her dressing table and a chair. It looked like what it was: a room in a mid- level Norfolk whore house. She stretched again. 'Today will be an easy one. It's Wednesday, and Sam Jenkins will be here soon.' She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost eleven. Nevertheless, the house was still quiet as the girls slept off their exertions of the night before. Kathy left her room and went down the back stairs looking for Ginny, the black maid. She found her and got clean sheets for her bed. Ginny used to give her a hard time about her foibles. Changing the sheets once a week or so should be plenty, Ginny said. Julie had told her that because Kathy was a great producer she was to give her whatever she wanted. Returning to her room, she stripped the bed and remade it with the clean sheets. The rest of the room was as neat and clean as Kathy could get it. She went down the hall to the bathroom. As usual, it smelled of urine, cheap perfume and body fluids. It was an odor and a sight Kathy was now used to, but still didn't like. She climbed into the bathtub and tried to maneuver what passed for a shower curtain to keep most of the water off the floor. When she turned on the faucet the water started by running brown. After letting it run for a while and adjusting the temperature, she climbed in and showered. She carefully washed her hair shoulder length, golden and wavy which was her pride. Stepping out of the tub, she dried her body and her hair and returned to her room. Still naked, she sat in front of her dressing table and brushed her hair. Next she took a pale rouge and delicately tinted her nipples and her nether lips. She didn't put on any lipstick. Finally, she reached under the dressing table top and retrieved a small bottle that she kept taped there for safekeeping. It was a bottle of Chanel No. 5 that Sam had given her last Christmas. She wore it only for him. Now all ready, she just sat in the chair waiting. Sam Jenkins was strange, but in a nice sort of way. He was the oldest customer who ever came to the house. She guessed his age at around seventy. He had taken an interest in Kathy a long time ago. For quite awhile now, he had had a standing reservation for Wednesday after noon. Normally he arrived at noon and stayed all afternoon. The odd thing was that they never had sex. He treated her like a granddaughter, sort of. She grinned, thinking about it. Grandfa thers don't usually spend their time with stark-naked granddaughters. Usually they just talked. Kathy gathered that Sam was a bachelor and a Navy veteran of World War II. She didn't have the slightest idea where his money came from but he seemed to have enough. He lived very simply, Kathy gathered. Probably most of his money came to her. She didn't know how much Sam paid Julie for the Wednesday afternoons, but it wasn't cheap. Julie handled all of Kathy's arrange ments and handled all the money. Sam always arrived wearing a rather worn blue suit and a blue tie. He was about the only customer who ever wore a tie in the house except for the occasional officer in uniform who would sneak in. Mostly the officers came in civilian clothes. Sometimes there were other things. Once, Sam had asked her to sit on her haunches at the foot of the bed with her hands forward on her knees. Then he took a long feather from his jacket and slowly ran it over her nipples. He delighted in the way they hardened up. He then asked her to come closer, still kneeling, and spread her legs wide. He took the feather, and working with both the feather and the quill, started to play with her slit. He searched for and found her tiny sentinel and teased it into life. Kathy's juices started to run but Sam wouldn't let her move. It was exquisite torture as her young body screamed for release of some kind. She just continued kneeling with the juices flowing slowly from her cunt, moaning softly. He caught a drop on a finger tip and licked it slowly and smiled. Another time he asked her sheepishly if he could touch her nipple. He said she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. It felt strange to have the work- hardened finger touch her nipple in the gentlest possible way. But mostly, they just talked. Sam asked about her education. She didn't go to school, but Sam would bring her books to read. Although she didn't know it, they were all classics. It was as if she was being tutored, but with the tutor paying her. She always read the books he brought her because he would want to talk about them with her the next time he came. The discussions were fascinating because the books ranged from Herman Melville, to Adam Smith, to The Federalist. The most recent book was a copy of Shakespeare's Macbeth. Promptly at noon, there was a knock on her door and Sam let himself in. Kathy was lying on her back on the bed with her hair carefully arranged on the pillow. Her right leg was raised to display its shapeliness, while her slit was in full view the way she knew Sam liked it. He smiled at her and closed the door. Today he looked tired as he took off his coat and carefully hung it on a hook in her closet. Smiling at her, he held out his arms. This time was very different. "Kathy, would you please give me a kiss?" he asked. Kathy hopped out of bed, ran to his arms and was surprised to find that she was almost as tall as he was. It was the first time she could remember standing beside him. Taking her into his arms, he gave her a tender kiss on her lips. As he kissed her she could feel the rough material of his suit on her smooth skin. Kathy was surprised. Johns didn't kiss whores, but this kiss was lovely. It was exactly like a kiss one would share with a beloved grandfather, utterly devoid of passion but full of love. Sam sat down on the chair while Kathy returned to her bed, knelt on it, sat back on her heels with her back up straight and just looked at him. "Kathy, I want you to know I love you." Sam said very softly. Hearing the words, Kathy felt a twinge of fear. There had never been anything like this before! She didn't know what to say, so she just said what she thought. "I love you too, Sam." "Kathy, what are you going to do when I'm gone?" Kathy was scared. Tears started to form in her eyes. She didn't know what to say. "You seldom leave the house, do you?" "There's no place to go, and Julie doesn't like it very much when I do go out." "But the other girls do. You don't have any clothes of your own, either, do you?" "The house is always warm, and I don't need clothes in my work. I work on my back, Sam. I'm a prostitute. All of my bodily openings are for sale at different prices. I have what I need. Julie is good to me. She keeps me away from the rough stuff." Kathy shuddered as she remembered how red-haired Shirley had been out of action for days. It was after that ape had paid to have her tied up and suspended by her wrists so he could beat her with a dog whip. In her mind Kathy could still hear Shirley's screams as her body slowly rotated, suspended by her wrists from the hook in the ceiling. He beat her on the thighs, on her ass cheeks and across her breasts, but she really screamed when the john pulled out a handful of her glorious red pubic hair. It was expensive for him because he had to pay Julie a lot extra for the loss of Shirley's services. Her pubic hair had only just returned to normal. Kathy could vaguely understand the sadists. The ones who really threw her were the masoch ists. There weren't many, but there were some. They would pay to be bound in leather with their genitals tied tightly. During her recovery, Shirley had the chance partially to get even by beating one of them who was hanging suspended from the same ring to which she had been tied during her torture. "You spend all of your time here naked, don't you?" Kathy looked at Sam puzzled. She tried a grin and said it was her working uniform. "I don't work downstairs, you know, and there isn't anything to bother getting dressed for." They continued to talk. Then the conversation swung around to Macbeth. As they talked, Sam would occasionally ask her to change her position so he could look at her nude body from some other angle. She wished he had the feather with him again. It had felt wonderful: sexy but passionless. It was like masturbating alone. About four o'clock, Sam got up to leave. After putting on his coat he turned to Kathy and asked plaintively, "Could you give me one more kiss? Please?" She went to his arms and he gathered her to him. His coat was even rougher on her tender skin than his suit had been. Instead of kissing her on the lips, though, he just hugged her closely. Kathy was surprised at how strong he was. She felt a tear roll ing from his eye onto her cheek. When she looked up, he kissed her quickly but softly full on the lips, then let her go and fled out the door. Kathy heard him talking with Julie downstairs and then heard the front door open and close again. A few minutes later Julie came into the room and told her she wouldn't be working the rest of the day. "It's all paid for," she said, handing Kathy a package. "Sam asked me to give you this." It was a book still in its bookstore wrapping. Because she had no storage space, she was able to keep only one or two books around her room. The others Sam took away when he gave her a new title. She unwrapped it and found that it was a copy of the Bible. Lying on her bed she started to read. 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