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Hmmm, the famous Nana Plazaa, another red light district but I checked, at least a few blocks further along from my bar which was in an alley near Soi Cowboy, just off Soi 23. There shouldn't be any chance of anyone from the bar seeing me there.
'I look forward to seeing you in the dress. Meet me in an hour? There's a jewelry shop, Charlie's just past the entrance to Nana Plaza, meet me outside there in an hour?'
'OK, I coming.' My heart was racing. Was I crazy? I had just got back to normality. For God's sake girl, think... wait. But I didn't pause. Quickly I slipped out of my clothes.
I put on James's slutty red dress. OMG I was a whore again. Since it really was little more than underwear, I found I could put a longer thin cotton dress on top, which made me look quite demure. Not wanting to be completely naked underneath, I slipped on a delicate T-back. I put the clutch in a simple canvas shoulder bag and put on some heels. My hair was tied up in a bun, and I looked quite respectable. As I headed across the lobby to the main door, I noticed the doormen from last night. They looked hard at me as I passed, was there recognition? But they didn't say anything. Outside, another doorman called over a taxi for me.
'Nana Plaza please.' I said, ignoring the drivers surprised look.
Usually a destination for men! It was a very short journey. We passed the entrance to my alley. Just along there was my brothel. Two minutes later we turned a corner and came to a halt. I paid the driver and then still sitting asked him to wait a moment. I pulled my respectable dress over my head and put it in the canvas bag, then let my hair cascade down. I pulled it over one shoulder, noticing the drivers widening eyes fixed on me in the mirror. I applied a thick shiny layer of crimson lipstick and winked at him, then stepped out onto the pavement.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoI've banged lots of sluts like this one. Over time I've gotten sharp at picking them out. Make eye contact. Don't hesitate. Compliment their appearance. Introduce myself. Leave. If I catch her looking my way, I'll approach again more aggressively. Ask for number. Want to know her better. Eye contact. If she gives number, its over. She is fucked.
Anonymous11 months agoWonderful in this chapter to see a woman still driven by desire after returning to her world. Guys spend their whole adulthood tortured by their primal instincts. Great to see a conservative woman confessing to be driven by primitive arousal.
Anonymous11 months agoZoe,
You should be happy with the positive comments. Forget the negative comments. I cannot believe that you would receive negative feedback regarding your account of such events, especially regarding a narrative that is so open, and also so erotic. The self-examination and acknowledgement, especially that of a woman's awareness of the darker recesses of the human psyche, is very revealing. I applaud your courage in acknowledging that sexual submission, even in instances where consent is not enthusiastic at all times, can be very arousing, even for a married woman.
To acknowledge that you would feel arousal, desire and satisfaction when confronted by being required to satisfy the primal desires of some fairly ordinary men is very courageous.
Anonymousover 2 years agoGreat story. More elaboration of the relationship with mamasan would be good - her hard eyes, demanding obedience, recognizing the slight hesitation and taking advantage, using the display of shame and pride to snare. Then recognizing the natural shame driven excitement in Kitty, developing her pride in becoming a competent cheap whore. Nicely written and edited.
