Busted in the Brothel

Four of us filed into the small dimly lit living room to introduce ourselves to
a new client. Dani wearing a skimpy black lace teddy barely containing her lates
t purchase; huge fake boobs. Standing next to her was Desire; skin as black as n
ight with long blond hair extensions cascading down her back, and Jennifer who w
ore a waist cinching corset and had short red hair, and freckled white skin. The
n there was me. I had real breasts no fake tan and jet black hair that went down
to my butt.
I walked into the living room to line up, it was almost one a.m. and I had seen
five clients and was satisfied with my earnings. When I saw this gorgeous shaggy
haired client sitting slouched in our ‘hot-seat’ as we called it. Adrenaline su
rged through my body. I looked to my left, Dani raised her painted eyebrow in a
‘he’s mine’ look. I smiled nervously. On my right Desire jabbed me in the ribs.
I whispered "shush." We all stood there thinking the same thing; damn this mans
hot! We sometimes made remarks about obviously hot men, but not often. I liked t
he way his jeans looked tight around his thick muscular thighs. Under a mop of m
essy golden brown hair he had dark eyes and a chiseled jaw. He made me nervous.
Dani was first, she pushed her store bought breasts out and in a very Ma
rilyn Monroe-esk voice that I had never heard before and said.
"Oh… Sorry, me first? OOP’s… Ok then, (giggle) I’m Daniella." And smiled a very
none Dani coquettish smile. I looked at her so she would see me and rolled my ey
es. He nodded his head at Dani and grinned with half his face. He was sitting fo
rward with his arm sticking up and bent at the elbow with his fist on his thigh,
in a very masculine pose. I could feel the women all exhale together. He was cl
early comfortable and not at all nervous like most the men who sat in that chair
.
‘Please God not me I dont want him, it’s too embarrassing to fuck a guy I might
see out in my neighborhood, someone I know I’d date. Please God let someone els
e make the money and don’t let him pick me.’
Desire said "Hello there, I’m Desire…" She waved with the tips of her fingers an
d licked her lips. He grinned, almost amused. Jennifer said
"Hi there… what’s your name?"
"Eddie."
"I’m Jennifer so nice to meet you…. Eddie." He shifted in his seat and just no
dded. My turn. I didn’t want to see him, he’s way to cute. I felt my stomach gro
an and my face felt hot. I had stood staring at the wall behind him, the floor,
anything but look at him, or that’s what I tried to make him think. But I stole
quick glances when I thought he wasn’t looking. I took a deep breath and said qu
ickly "I’m Lizzy." And looked away. I didn’t smile or look in his eyes, on purp
ose. Then without skipping a beat he stood up and said, " Ok Lizzy, lets go." I
knew it! damn I knew it. Whenever I say hello as though I couldn’t give a shit,
they pick me.
We walked out of the room together. Dani mouthed "You bitch!" to me and
smiled. I rolled my eyes.
I took the lead walking ahead of him aware that he was looking at my ass. I worr
ied he was going to have me swinging from the chandelier, not that we had a chan
delier, but it was an expression I heard the women use when talking about diffic
ult sessions. Usually young, hot men tried hard to prove something. First that t
hey didn’t need to pay for it, like we cared. Second they can make a whore come.
Third they can fuck like a jack hammer for an entire hour. Which for a professi
onal like myself is unnecessary, unsexy, and boring as hell. Then to top it all
off they didn’t tip. If they did it was ten dollars which was a total insult. Be
cause these young men actually think they were doing us a favor. Because we had
to fake an orgasm to stop the endless jack hammer penetration, they believe tha
t making us come was tip enough! Needless to say young hot men were not my dream
clients.
When we reached room three I switched on the deep red light that made little dif
ference in the small dark room. I couldn’t look at him directly. I felt like a t
eenager on a first date.
I slowly removed my clothing that I usually ripped off in three seconds for my
pleasant older gentlemen. I stretched the process out as though I didn’t do this
ten times a day, carefully unsnapping the snaps down the front of my mini skirt
, then laying it down on the chair. I sucked in my stomach and discreetly pulled
up my thong to go over my hips to make my legs look longer. He smiled, enjoying
watching me undress. I thought about subjects to talk about, and asked what he
did. He told me he owned a construction firm in Jersey, and lived in a new house
he’d just built. I acted impressed that he’d built a house. Truth was I was imp
ressed but not as much as I acted. I watched him pull his T-shirt and tight jean
s off. I didn’t see a wedding ring. I don’t know why I was looking for a weddin
g band, who cares what this man/client did in his life, why the hell did I care?
Damn he’s hot. Hot men made me nervous. His body was solid, thick muscles with
soft skin and hardly any body hair. He probably spends too much time in the gym.
That’s no good, if he was always in the gym I’d never see him. I had never had
a boyfriend who was in good shape or cared about health. All my boyfriends had b
een musicians and artists of some sort. Anyway what the hell am I thinking? stup
id. I scrunched my eyes shut trying to block out these ridiculous feelings I was
experiencing.
"So, err how often do you work out…?" I asked trying so hard to sound offhanded
and cool.
"You can call me Eddie." He smiled a crooked half smile. He looked directly into
my eyes and said "Your really gorgeous." I felt a hot flush and went bright re
d. He got this devilish smile and softly touched my cheek then leaned forward an
d kissed me. I never kiss clients, but he smelt like baby powder and his lips fe
lt good. I was melting, I’d never felt this before. His body ground into mine, w
e fit so perfectly, our bodies matched.
My mind drifted into dream land. I saw us together, telling friends… "You’ll nev
er believe how we met…" I imagined us holding hands walking through the city. Th
en going back to a big open loft space that was flooded with sunlight every morn
ing. Laying in bed together we’d complain about too much sun, and smile as we he
ld each other closely and then began our day making love. I felt his rippled mus
cles, his firm shoulders and arms that would hold me so protectively, I would ne
ver feel vulnerable again.
His mouth devoured mine, and I responded. I never closed my eyes while with a c
lient but this time, I did. His skin felt so different to the sixty year old men
I was used to. The ones I felt comfortable with, their skin was loose and rough
, his was firm and smooth. I saw a massive bulge in his y fronts. I felt a ting
le up the back of my neck and in my breasts, my crotch ached.
"Oh Lizzy here’s your money." He bent down to his crumpled jeans on the floor, f
ished into his pocket and pulled out three hundred dollar bills. He tossed the m
oney onto the dresser and looked at me. I felt embarrassed. What was wrong with
me? I’d never acted like this with a client before. Any female would fuck this
guy anytime for free. What the hell was he doing here? I ran my hand over his si
x pack stomach and into his underwear. His cock was hard, he sighed when I touch
ed him. Thoughts were running through my head about how nice it would be to have
a boyfriend like this guy; sexy as hell, big and strong I would feel so protect
ed so safe. He pushed me down onto the bed and knelt before my pussy, he gently
licked my clit. I moaned, I tried to stay in control, be cool. I ran my hands th
rough his shaggy thick hair and grabbed a handful. It was clean and soft. I play
ed with his hair as he continued to dive me crazy.
What the hell, would it really matter if I got off with this client? I did have
a boyfriend who I loved more than anything. We had good sex, not as often as we
used to, but that wasn’t my fault it was his increasingly large alcohol problem
that had put a damper on it. Yet I had never cheated on him ever. I would be che
ating if I enjoyed this session. In my mind I hadn’t cheated because work sex is
so totally different to real passionate sex.
I was lying back on the bed when I heard him rip open a condom and he rammed hi
s thick cock into me. It was perfect, I was on the edge of coming as he thrust i
nto me he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I looked up at him, his face was concen
trated, sweat appeared around his brow and his hair stuck to his forehead. I cam
e in an amazing spasm, I felt my muscles contract around his cock, he kept fucki
ng me. In the distance I heard yelling or arguing coming from down the hall. I o
pened my eyes. It sounded far away. Who the hell was that? it was messing up my
good time. Nina would be really pissed if she knew some girls were fighting and
yelling. Why isn’t the phone girl telling them to be quiet? He continued ramming
his cock into me oblivious to the noise, slamming into me harder and harder wit
h more concentration. Then I heard heavy footsteps stamping up and down the stai
rs. Something must be going on, must be some argument. Oh well, I’ll hear about
it later I’m sure… I could tell by Eddie face that he was just about to come whe
n the door flew open…
WHAT THE… Fuck…?? My first thought was anger, at some bitch bursting into a room
clearly in use. Then confusion. Naked, sweaty and in a some what dreamy state I
was bought down to earth in a split second. I bolted upright.
"Who the hell…!"I said, as Eddie grabbed for a towel on the chair.
"YOU! get the fuck up and put some clothes on, NOW!" A short man yelled
at me. Eddie was now on the other side of the room already throwing his shirt on
.
I looked at the badge swinging on a chain around this mans neck. Everything we
nt into slow motion. I was in shock. I reached for my bra and underwear, trying
to cover myself with my hands. Another man came bursting into the room… I saw Ed
die calmly walk towards the door zipping his fly.
" Eddie I’m so sorry…this rarely umm…happens…" I said loudly. I tried to explain
as he walked away. I was so embarrassed, we were in the middle of a very compro
mising position. Poor guy, was all I thought. Now he’ll never come back here aga
in. Damn, I was gonna lose him. Would I ever see Eddie again? I felt so sorry fo
r him, would he get into trouble with the cops now?
I was getting dressed as I overheard some cops joking about catching Bob in the
middle of getting his dick wet. I assumed they were talking about their undercov
er. That’s how they get into the house, they send an undercover in and then can
testify that we offered sex for money.
Poor girl whoever was with Bob. I must have already been upstairs with Eddie whe
n Bob the cop came up to chose one of the girls.
Eddie was standing at the doorway talking one of the cops. Oh, they are probably
questioning him. I felt guilty as though this was all my fault. I really hoped
he’d come back after this mess. I had never come with a client before, and that
was really spectacular to come the moment our door was being kicked in, kinda fu
cked it up a bit but wow! I wonder if Eddie had enjoyed the session.
I was led downstairs by a female cop.
When I got to the living room all the girls were there, sitting squashed togethe
r on the couch looking mighty upset and angry. Fefe the phone girl looked terrif
ied. I could understand, she would be charged with the heaviest charge of promot
ing and pandering. I wanted to know who the undercover was with. It had to have
been Dani. She stands out so much it would be just like her to get picked by the
cop, Oh poor Dani. I squeezed in next to her at the end of the couch.
It seemed like the place suddenly filled up with cops. they were buzzing around
going through our belongings and searching drawers, and closets. Coming into th
e living room holding up some of our clothing, or boxes of condoms and lube, a f
ew dildos, they were having a bit of fun. I don’t know why our clothing was so f
ascinating. This was just part of the game, we came to expect being busted every
six months or so. They kept asking where the safe was and where the owner was,
they didn’t even know who Nina was. That proved we weren’t under investigation o
r in real trouble it was strictly a routine raid.
No one was giving up anything. We all sat defiant and pissed off. Our arms cross
ed in front of us giving the cops dirty looks. They were the enemy, they made ou
r life difficult. To us they were the lowest of the low. Busting midrange brothe
ls. There were no drugs here, no underage girls working, and they knew that.
After an hour of questions and detectives running around, I suddenly spo
tted Eddie walking casually into the living room with a cigarette dangling from
the corner of his mouth and a bunch of handcuffs in his hands. What the hell was
he still doing here? The cops had let the clients on the premises go a long tim
e ago… Oh I know, he forgot something…He hadn’t said goodbye in all the confusio
n…I stared at him. Then I got a huge adrenaline rush, the sound in the room dis
appeared and everything got fuzzy…Why the hell was my client holding handcuffs?
I stared at him, he wouldn’t look at me.
Oh my god! I froze, Eddie my dream man, was a fucking cop! I must have gone ghos
t white. I couldn’t breath,…Dani shook my arm and asked if I was all right?
" Lizzy… isn’t that your client?" She whispered. But I didn’t answer her
.
" Eddie…Eddie! Hey you…EDDIE" I yelled. A few cops looked at me then Eddie final
ly looked up and shrugged his shoulders and pursed his luscious lips tightly tog
ether and looked at the ground. The same lips that had been passionately kissing
me, loving me… I couldn’t believe it. He had been the undercover, the dirty cop
who had being making out with me. To think I had been fantasizing about having
him as a boyfriend. Half an hour later I was being locked up by him. I felt awfu
l. I couldn’t help but feel used and betrayed. How could a man have sex with a
women then arrest her? It was beyond low. I felt disgusting and completely humil
iated. I wanted an explanation from him. Ofcourse he owed me nothing, but then a
gain we’d had a connection hadn’t we? I felt sick to my stomach.

We were handcuffed together in a long line. We all maneuvered down the s

tairs, which is harder than you think when eight women are tied together. I was
the first one leading the chain gang, and when I stepped out onto the sidewalk p
eople were gathered all around to watch. It was the second humiliating experienc
e of the night. The sweet old Hispanic man from the candy store on the corner wh
ere I bought my cigarettes and snacks everyday after work was standing out there
watching. I lowered my head like guilty people do on TV when being shuffled int
o court. We were put into an unmarked police car and taken downtown to the Tombs
.
The lights from the new condos along FDR Drive made me feel sad and insecure. Pe
ople who lived safe regular lives were oblivious to us whizzing past their homes
on our way to jail. Families tucked away in their warm beds, children sleeping,
pure lives, secure lives. I felt sorry for myself. What would my father think i
f he knew I was being thrown into the Tombs? He might just shrug his shoulders,
in that English way of stuffing any emotions, or give me on of those terrifying
piercing looks. His eyes scared the shit out of me, that glare cut through me li
ke a knife. I shuddered shaking his face from my mind. When I opened my eyes the
car clock in front of me read 3:33 a.m.
I was exhausted, we all were. By the time we were processed fingerprinted and pu
t into a freezing cell it was five am.
The Tombs was a mass of winding old corridors and stop offs or check points. We
were told to walk on the right side, there was a painted line down the middle.
The walls were tiled in a strange green color I have rarely seen, a merkey indus
trial bla color. There were long lines of males waiting to be booked, they were
all black with a couple of Hispanic men. We had to stand fifty feet away from th
em.
Thankfully all of us were together. There was a thin bench around the si
ckly yellow cell. In the corner a half wall provided some privacy to a dirty toi
let. Most of the benches were taken up by women sleeping. I was amazed, they see
med to be quite comfortable just falling dead asleep in this cold cell. They all
looked like crack heads, and had probably been up for days on a run, so the res
t was quite likely welcomed. I saw a mat and grabbed it. Thinking how lucky I wa
s to have found a mat and not have to balance myself precariously on the wooden
bench. As I lay my head down I immediately sat bolt upright, before my head reac
hed the mat I could smell the distinct odor of piss. I jumped up and kicked the
mat away.
" Ugh! That mat has piss on it, disgusting." Dani moved over so I could squeeze
in next to her.
I zoned out watching the TV that was on the other side of the bars flicker early
morning news shows.
Flashes of bright and cheery newscasters talked about new expensive gadgets avai
lable for Christmas. The weeks weather, was rolled out with the promised of extr
a cold chills in the air. I studied the young women dressed in a sensible blouse
. I wonder if she thought about the women who were locked up a few miles from th
eir climate controlled studios. I doubt it, why should she. Had she ever thought
about selling her golden pussy for money? Never, it was too precious. Then I fe
lt sorry for myself. I had no one to turn to. My family were in London and I had
n’t had them in my life for what seemed like forever. I looked around at the wom
en laying in my cell, and turned to the one on my left, Katrina, she was trying
to sleep sitting up like the rest of us. On my right I looked at Dani ,she half
winked at me, that wink made me feel comfortable and protected. She moved my hea
d onto her shoulder, and I closed my eyes. The harsh florescent lights buzzed an
d hummed.
My mind raced over the nights events. I replayed seeing Eddie in the doorway of
the living room with our handcuffs in his hands. How could he be so cold? I hav
e sex for money, and there are no emotions involved, the one time I let my guard
down a tiny bit and actually really was attracted to a client and had what I ca
ll real sex, I end up getting locked up by the guy. I couldn’t possibly rest wit
h my mind whirling around how angry I was. I felt so humiliated and stupid. I ne
ver thought of myself as a stupid women. I didn’t make outright stupid decisions
. But I felt like the stupidest female alive at that point. I decided to never t
ell anyone what had happened in that room.
The guards woke us with the noise of their keys. I was in that in-between sleep
from sheer exhaustion mentally and physically. Two large guards stood over a sle
eping women who had been stretched out along one whole side of the bench since
we had arrived. They poked her in the middle of her back, she moved slightly but
didn’t get up. They called her name and shook her.
" What’s your name?" She didn’t respond, she just rubbed her eyes. She was reall
y tall and long, and looked like a crack head, an ugly crack head.
The guards looked at each other and one said loudly.
"Hey is you a male or is you a feemale?" They looked concerned.
The women whispered.
"Male." Rubbing her eyes.
That’s when the cops freaked out.
" OH Oh, you can’t be in ‘ere… this is the feemales! What you doin’ in ‘ere? Oh
no! get up."
" Oh please mam don’t put me with no males. I ain’t goin’ in no male cell." Her
eyes got wide with fear. We were all speechless just looking at each other and t
he poor queen in our cell. The cops quickly shuffled him/her out and we heard th
em open the small single cell next door open and close.
"Was that a male in ‘ere?" some crackhead asked scratching her head. Her hair w
as wild and sticking up she’d been sleeping on one of the pissed on mats. I gues
s she didn’t care.
The large assed cop rolled her eyes. Her uniform was really tight and she had b
right red lipstick on and her hair in one of those styled sculptures that came d
own over one eye. She looked like she was dressed up as a stripper cop.
"Can you believe that shit? She told us she was a feemale. But she ain’t no feem
ale, she a male. Lord sista, if dat shit got out dat there be a male in wit da f
emales we be in da shit. Lord have mercy." We all looked at one another amused a
t the Tombs entertainment. The guards were actually nice, they acted more like o
ne of us than from the other side.
By nine a.m. just when the morning TV crew were wishing New York a wonderful ha
ppy-go-lucky day, and we had been given stale baloney white bread sandwiches by
male prisoners, who the city put to work, our lawyer came to speak to us through
the bars. We were all going to be given a desk appearance ticket and were free
to go. We would be charged with disorderly conduct and the record would be seale
d after one year. Provided we didn’t get into any more trouble.
When that door was unlocked and I stepped out I felt really lucky. I’d spent m
uch of the time imagining what it’s like to go through the system then be shuffl
ed up to Rikers Island, and spend years upon years locked up only miles from Man
hattan. Your so close you can see the Empire state building from behind bars, I’
ve heard, that must be hell.
I went home in a cab feeling filthy dirty. I took a long hot bath and went to be
d for the day.
I told my boyfriend that we’d been busted and that I had been working the phones
and had been taken down with the rest of the women. I could always tell him a v
ersion of my life, just not that I was actually sleeping with men for money. It
would have broken him completely. I was doing this for us, for him. He had no w
ay of supporting us both, or even himself. I loved him so much, I never wanted t
o imagine a moment without Johnny in my life. We ordered up Chinese food and wat
ched TV together, and he drank.
I got a call from Nina at about eleven p.m. telling me she would be back at work
in the morning and would I be coming in? Ofcourse I would. A bust was hardly en
ough to make me quit, in fact I knew that they would leave us alone for some tim
e now and this was a good time to make money, as some of the women would be too
scared to come back and I could take their clients.
That night I still couldn’t get Eddie out of my mind. Did he like me? Would I ev
er see him again? I drifted off to sleep beside Johnny as I dreamt of being marr
ied to a nice blue collar guy who had rough hands and a rugged face. The dream f
elt comforting and real, and I was saddened when I woke in the morning to hear J
ohnny in the kitchen pouring his first large vodka of the day.

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