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The shopkeeper Usual stuff, left school at 16, no qualifications, married my school sweetheart Tom, farmers' son, pots of money in the family, child at 17 (Girl, Anna). Well that was 19 years ago, now 35, Tom's family farm went bankrupt 8 years ago and he has been working as a farm labour for the company that brought his old family farm. We still live in the same cottage but now it is tied to Tom's job and on a farm labourer's wage there is no chance of getting a place of our own. In an effort to make ends meet I took a job in the village shop, I was able to keep Anna in the shop sitting room while I was working so that saved me needing to pay someone to look after her. The owners of the shop moved out, converted the upper floor into a flat but left me the sitting room and kitchen at the back of the shop to use when the shop wasn't busy. I realised that the shop wasn't doing as well as it was when I first started, more people from the city were living in the village, more families where both partners worked, but as I was working alone in the shop it still seemed busy. Anna had left school and moved away to university, things weren't great between Tom and I but we still shared the same house even if we didn't share the same bed. "Rose, we have decided to get out of the grocery business" I knew it was coming, they were getting really old and wanted to move to be closer to their son and grandchildren. They were trying to decide between selling the whole property and renting out the shop and keeping a regular income for their retirement. I just blurted out "I'll rent the shop off of you if you decide to go that way". What the hell did I know about running a business? I knew all there was to know about working in the shop, stock control, banking, ordering but nothing about actually running the whole thing. So there it was, I was now a businesswoman, my old bosses helped me to put a business plan together to get a bank loan to buy the lease and the fixtures and fittings from them. I decided to move into less perishables and more fancy goods, keeping a small amount of groceries for my older customers. The first time the accountant called and went through my books he gave me a lot of bad news, village shop keeping wasn't going to make me any money at all. I was working 6am to 8pm 6 days a week and even with no reinvestment in the business I was making less than £200 profit a month, work it out as an hourly rate, less than 50p an hour. Another Friday night, most of a long week behind me, I had totalled the till, 14 hours worked, £52.50 in the till, that works out at £3.75 an hour, and that's not all profit. I was feeling about as low as I could when a car pulled up at the side of me while I was locking the door to the shop. "Excuse me" I turned and looked down into a racing green MG roadster, the woman in the car looked very high society, expensive cloths, good designer clothes by the look of it. "I think I'm lost, can you direct me to the Manor hotel please" the woman was looking in her rear view mirror, checking her makeup. She didn't look happy with what she saw either, then she was ferreting about in her handbag and couldn't find what she was looking for. I was just about to point down the road in the direction of the Manor hotel when she asked me if I sold make-up in the shop, "A little" I said. She asked if it would be possible to open the shop for a few minutes so that she could buy enough to repair her face. I had nothing better to do, Tom was on a training course at the agricultural college and would be away until Sunday afternoon. She bought hair spray, mascara, blusher, lipstick and gloss, but I didn't have any foundation. £25 in total, for 5 minutes work, if only all my customers were this good and this easy. She was in two minds about buying anything at all because, without the foundation the rest of the make-up was a little pointless, "I have some at home you could use" I said quickly to stop the sale flying through the window. I locked the shop once again and she opened the door to her car to give me a lift home. I had never been in a sports car before, it felt different to anything I had been in before, so low down, so much power, so sexy. At home I offered her a drink, and while she was applying the makeup to her face with the skill of an artist we chatted over a glass of cheap French wine. Her name was Sally and she was an escort, on her way to the Manor hotel to see a client, when she had finished she was looking at my small collection of makeup, some nice things, subtle colours reasonably good quality, but obviously hardly ever used. I told her I didn't have the opportunity to get dressed up and made up with the hours I worked and living in this sleepy little village. She offered to make me up as a 'thank you' for opening the shop, lettings her use my foundation and the wine. She brushed my hair, and using only a little of her own hair spray made my hair look better than it had in my life. Ten minutes and the foundation, blusher, lipstick and gloss were all applied, the woman looking back at me from the mirror just wasn't me at all, and she looked 25 not 38 years old. I looked and felt a 'million dollars', "look, all made up and no where to go" I said. Sally asked me if I had a cocktail dress, I showed her my only quality dress, 8 years old now and far too tight for me now. I tried it on to show her, it looked quite ridiculous, me bulging out all over the place, and you could see my bra and panties clearly through the flimsy material. Sally sent me back into the bathroom to remove all of my underclothes and this time when I appeared in the doorway she whistled. The dress was still tight but without the extra layers and bulges caused by my bra and panties I did look quite good, Tom would be impressed. Then Sally did something that shocked and stunned me, she phoned her client and said she had a friend that she could bring along if he still wanted two girls, he must have jumped at the chance because she closed her phone and said. "All dressed up and a party to go to now!" I felt extremely self-conscious as I stepped into her car, I felt like a painted lady for sure, and now we were heading out of the village on the road to, well the road to fun I guess. We arrived at the Manor hotel in just a few minutes, it was just after 9pm as we walked in the door of the restaurant. She spoke to the waiter and he directed her to a table in one corner of the dining room, two men, mid forties, sat there. They both stood as we approached and both smiled broadly, as they looked us over. Sally whispered "Just be yourself, relax and enjoy yourself", butterflies were starting to fly around in my stomach and my mouth was very dry. Sally introduced me to both men with a practised ease, and we sat down, right from the outset Dave, the older of the two, was talking almost exclusively to Sally and John to me. We ordered a meal, I chose simple things as I was expecting the butterflies inside of me to object to me eating at any time. We had two bottles of wine, not the cheap French that I had given Sally at my house but quite expensive, classy wine. I was quite enjoying myself talking to John and was taking no notice of Sally and Dave at all, John was saying lots of very complimentary things to me. He seemed genuinely impressed with the way I looked, and I was lost in the moment, all of a sudden I realised we were alone. Sally and David were dancing in a room attached to the side of the dining room, soft classical dance music was being supplied by a string quartet. John asked me if I would like to dance, I had never actually danced to anything except disco music and that was a long time ago, but I told John I would have a go if he would like to help me. I stood awkwardly waiting for John to make the first move, he lifted my left hand into position and I automatically placed my right in the small of his back. He placed his left hand in the small of my back and we were dancing, just a simple square step at first, then as I relaxed more John taught me other steps. As he gained confidence his hand moved lower on my back, he appeared to be feeling for the top of my panties, when his hand was fully on my bottom he realised I was 'commando'. He gave my bottom a little slap and said "who's a naughty girl then", at first I didn't realise what he meant until I remembered I was knickerless. I explained that the dress I had on meant that I couldn't have anything underneath it, that it wasn't from choice and I blushed a deep red. He smiled a lovely broad smile and asked me if I would like a walk in the grounds, I said "Please" and he led me out of the rear door. The grounds were quite spectacular, even in the half light provided by the full moon I could see they were well looked after and quite extensive. I had often see the hotel from the road and although the building was quite magnificent from the front it held little portent to what was hidden from the public gaze. John led me to the maze, I told him it was a little dark to try and work through it but he led me in there despite my protestations. He moved quickly to the centre, which impressed me a lot, and there in the centre was a wrought iron bench. John led me to the bench and sat me down, he was telling me how lucky he was that I was his escort for the evening, that I was the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long time. Then it hit me this wasn't a date, he wasn't my husband, it was a business deal, he was paying for my company, I felt a cold shudder run down my spine at the thought of it. John sat by my side and put one hand on my thigh and the other around my back, he drew me to him and kissed me. We were all alone in the centre of a maze, I was, I have to admit very excited but also frightened. John was very nice, and interesting to talk to, he had entertained me very well all evening but now, here, I was having second thoughts about the whole evening. From the day I met Tom to now no man outside of my immediate family had ever kissed me. I had never looked at another man, now here I was, in a sheath dress, practically naked, with a man that was a stranger up to a few hours before and that man was now kissing me quite passionately. I wished Sally was here, I needed to talk over some of the etiquette necessary for this new situation I found my self in. John moved his hand from my thigh to my stomach, and his kiss deepened, his tongue was probing my mouth, trying to get me to open my own mouth to him. His hand was moving from my stomach up towards my breast, I had no idea if this was expected or normal, if I would be breaking a rule if I stopped him. He cupped my left breast gently and my mouth opened to him, I felt so warm and comfortable in his arms, deep down I knew I should resist him, but my body was telling him just how much I was enjoying his attention. "Would you like to come up to my room". Innocent enough words but in this position I knew just what he had on his mind. I have to admit it was on my mind too, I could not remember ever having such a wonderful evening, only a few short hours ago I was on the point of depression, now I was quite literally on top of the world. I made my mind up, to hell with it, tonight for the first and only time I would throw caution to the wind and see where it blew me. John helped me up and led me by the hand through the maze, back into the back door of the hotel into the ballroom, Sally and Dave were still dancing, very close and romantically. Sally spotted me and headed us off at the doorway into the main hotel, she took my hand from John and led me into the ladies toilet. She handed me an envelope with £100 in it, Dave had settled with her for our escort duties. Sally asked me if I was going to John's room with him and I just nodded my head, Sally told me to make sure he paid for sex up front, that I had to make it clear what I was prepared to do and how much it would cost. I stammered "That would make me a prostitute" Sally smiled, "We all do what we have to do, the boys are on an all expenses paid weekend, we'll be written into the deal just like the meal we had tonight. Don't give anything away that someone is prepared to pay for, as a shopkeeper you should know that!" She made sense of course, perfect sense, "And now what do I do" I asked, Sally told me "Things would come naturally but start at £50 for straight sex and go up in £20 steps, never do anything that you don't want to do or feel uncomfortable with". Sally then routed around in her handbag and gave me a pack of three Durex, "Never do it without one of these either" as she handed me the pack of three, "What about you" I asked her and she showed me another pack in her bag. In John's room I was blushing deeply, I had never really been a mercenary character, John was kissing me and fondling my back, I told him that I would let him have straight sex for £50 and he told me I was worth much more. I decided not to mention any other prices just to enjoy what he was doing to me. John undressed me in a flash, not difficult as I was only in a simple sheath dress. John undressed himself without taking his eyes off of my body, there he stood, and how he stood, he was very large, I estimated over nine inches long and almost three inches in diameter. He kissed every part of my body and using his fingers brought me to a massive climax, I have to admit that in my 19 years with Tom I had never experienced anything like it. Then his tongue touched my labia, it explored every fold and crevice of my vagina, and the moment it touched my clitoris I went into orbit, my climax was immediate and total, I was fighting for breath, my body jerking off of the bed, defying gravity. I was in such a daze that when he brought his body up mine and kissed up over my breasts to my mouth I realised that I hadn't given him the condom, but it was too late, his manhood was inside me and from that moment I was lost. I had never felt so stretched since the birth of my daughter, and I wanted more, I wanted him inside of me totally, filling me with his seed. We fucked for over two hours in every conceivable position, I was drenched in sweat and felt totally contented. I realised that it was four o'clock and quickly showered and slipped back into my sheath dress, by the time I had finished dressing John was sleeping. There was two hundred pounds resting on top of my handbag and that brought me down to earth a little, not love at all just a transaction. I looked for Sally's MG in the car park but it wasn't there, she had left, no problem though only a fifteen minute walk home from the hotel. I did however feel very self-conscious walking through the streets of my village dressed like a tart. I managed to grab an hours sleep before the alarm woke me it was five thirty am and I had just thirty minutes to get ready to open the shop. I was dressed in my white smock coat once again, with my long hair down, face clean and scrubbed, looking as dowdy as the day before, the day before my adventure. I counted the money once again, three hundred pounds for just one nights work, a few hours only, it would have taken me over seven weeks to earn that much money in the shop, and it would have been hard work too. Between six and seven thirty am I had the usual rush of people picking up their daily newspaper and by nine am the shop was quiet, I had time to reflect on the night before. I smiled to myself as I thought how I had committed adultery 'big time', how I had been wined and dined, how I had danced, the kiss in the maze and the hotel bedroom. I was brought back to the present by a loud 'DING' as the shop door opened, I was frozen to the spot when I realised just who had walked in. David and John had just walked in to the shop, I waited for the recognition, I expected that I would turn bright red when John asked me how I was. David was asking John how his night went after he took his girl to the room, John went into graphical details about the night, as they were looking through my magazine rack trying to pick something to read on their way back home on Sunday afternoon, where ever home was. I started blushing right down to my boots, Dave admonished John for being so crude as to make the old shop assistant blush. John said sorry to me and paid for the Fiesta and Escort he had chosen, as they left the shop David asked John if he would call me again and he replied that the next time he came up here he would defiantly ask the agency for me again. I was boosted by that but had to admit that I felt let down that he hadn't recognised his paramour from just a few hours earlier. I went into the back room and slept on the ole sofa in there, awoken occasionally by the odd customer coming in for their last minute items. At two thirty I woke to the door chime, as I stepped out there was Sally smiling at me, and she was holding a toddler in her arms, no more than two years old. "Yours" I asked, Sally nodded, "Her name is Poppy" she told me, and explained the name was because a condom popping caused her to fall pregnant by a customer. I look out of the front window as she was telling me this, looking for the little green MG from the day before. There was an Audi A6 in front of the shop, Sally looked round and said. "The MG is a little impractical with Poppy, so I have that as well". I asked her if her husband had a car too, she said, "No husband!" Poppy was looked after by her grandparents on the nights that Sally worked which is why she had to run out on me, she had to be home at a reasonable time to get up to pick up Poppy. "The owner of the escort agency was interested in you, he wondered where I managed to find a high class girl at such short notice and wants to know if you'll join his agency?" I was taken aback at this, how did her boss at the agency find out about me, why would I want to work there when I had this shop to keep me busy. That's when it hit me, that's exactly what the shop was, it wasn't earning me any money in reality, just keeping me busy. Sally gave me a card and told me to ring and ask for Ray if I decided I would like to work for him.
I think that will be the subject of my next story, hope you liked this one, any comments, good or bad to; eastern_rose@yahoo.com or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com
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