The shopkeeper 3
By eastern_rose

It's Wednesday, I haven't opened the shop now for three days, I have made my mind up to work as an escort, with all that that entails. I have been speaking to my solicitor about selling the lease on the shop to get back some of the eight thousand pounds I have paid to my old bosses. Unfortunately I now learn that the lease is un-assignable, which makes it almost worthless to me as I have to hand the lease back to the owners without compensation or continue to pay the six thousand pounds a year for the next twenty five years. I would never have believed my former boss and friend would stitch me up like that but my solicitor pointed out that as there was no provision for rent increases they were really protecting themselves rather than screwing me.

Sally called at the shop and seeing my hand made 'Closed until further notice' sign in the window she rushed around to my house to see if I was OK. We talked all afternoon and finally as Sally was about to leave she asked me if she could use the shop sitting room sometime, I said "For a reasonable rent", to which she replied "Naturally".

It's been great having three days off work but I realise that I am use to working, and working long hard hours, and then getting home and starting all over again, so three days with nothing at all to do is starting to tell on me, I'm bored.

Thursday morning bright and early sees me walking to the shop; I cancelled all my standing orders with fresh produce suppliers, newspaper distribution and milk deliveries, so there was nothing to do at the shop except tidy things up, decide what I want to get rid of and what I would take home and use. I saw the guy that lived in the flat above the shop, he wanted some cleaning things, he was getting ready to leave after five years and needed the place 'spick and span' to get his deposit back on Friday when the letting agent was due to call. I gave him all the stuff he needed and refused his offer to pay, a plan was formulating in my head, I would see the agent when he called on Friday and take over the lease. I had seven hundred pounds from my weekend debauchery burning a hole in my purse that would just cover the deposit and first months rent. I set about cleaning the back room of the shop out, throwing the old sofa that had I had used to nap on during the quiet times in the shop. Ripped up the threadbare carpet, tore down the grey and faded curtains at the window, I was going to turn the room into a business asset not just a place to sit. I stripped the old layers of wallpaper and rubbed down the woodwork, I had decided to just cover everything with white paint, gloss for the wood and silk emulsion for the plaster. I had it all finished by the time the agent called on Friday, I had opened the shop too, to give an appearance of normality. I caught the agent as he climbed the stairs to the flat and he agreed that I could take over the flat as soon as the current tenant had vacated. As the agent left the village I replaced the closed sign in the shop window and left to get ready for my proper job, I was escorting a client to the casino in the nearby city. I was to meet him in the bar of his hotel and he had paid for 4 hours from eight to midnight. I was glad that it wasn't at the Manor hotel again; I didn't think I could pull off going for the third night in two weeks in the same outfit.

Grand hotel, the best in the city, the client turned out to be a Greek restaurant owner, that is to say he was Greek national and he owned a Greek restaurant, well several restaurants actually. He said he was pleased with what he saw; I wish I could say the same, he was almost twenty stone and bald. I would be horrified if anyone told me I was racially prejudiced but to be perfectly honest I had never met anyone before, socially, that wasn't English with a capital 'E'. I started to worry, thinking about the stories I had read as a child of the white slavers enticing vulnerably young white girls into a life of sexual slavery. Dammos was my perfect image of a white slaver too, he asked me if I minded him not getting me a drink in the bar, as he was very keen to get to the tables and start to gamble. Dammos had a stretched Mercedes with chauffeur waiting to take us the mile or so to the casino. I asked him why he wanted an escort for an evening of serious gambling and he told me that a beautiful woman always brought him good luck at the tables. The casino manager greeted us at the doorway with a reverent "Good evening Mr Papandrayos, I truly hope that you have more luck this evening than the last time you visited us". Dammos reached for my hand and said. "Tonight will be very different to the last time George, just look at my good luck charm". I closed the gap and linked my arm through Dammos's arm as a lover would; I decided that if he was paying almost two hundred pounds for my company I could at least look the part.

I had never stepped foot inside a casino in my life, I was totally awe struck by the wealth inside that one room, and the money changing hands at the tables, I watched as a man bet a thousand pounds on the turn of a card on the blackjack table. Dammos gave me a small pile of five-pound chips to play with, but I had to stand by his side whenever he placed a bet. We started off at the roulette wheel; I was playing with my small pile of chips, watching what Dammos was doing, he was playing by placing his chips at the intersection of four of the numbered squares. I realised that he had given me twenty, five pound chips, if I just waited to the end of the night and cashed them in I would have doubled my fee for the night. Then I though nineteen will be next, the feeling was so strong that I dropped a five-pound chip on to the nineteen square. Dammos told me that there was less chance of winning if I bet on just one number but I left it on nineteen. The croupier span the large wheel, called "No more bets please" and then threw the small silver ball in the opposite direction, although I had only placed a five-pound bet, the smallest on the table. I was still very excited as the ball hit the first division between two numbers and flew off in the other direction. I closed my eyes and willed nineteen over and over again. The croupier called nineteen and I started jumping about, dressed the way I was I should remember not to do that. I watched in disbelief as the croupier pushed two hundred and forty five pounds worth of chips in my direction. I offered Dammos the chips he gave me but he refused so I put two hundred and forty pounds in my handbag and decided to play with the twenty chips that Dammos gave me and keep any winnings. I didn't play every turn of the wheel, only when I got a feeling about the next number and I was right more than I was wrong, Dammos started to follow my bets but he was playing ten times the sums that I was. Midnight came and went, there was no mention of sexual favours between Dammos and I but we were more turned on by the gambling than we would have been with sex. The casino closed at four o'clock in the morning and I kissed Dammos good night outside the casino, there was a taxi sitting on the rank opposite the casino and I made towards it. Dammos called me back and said that as I had made him twenty thousand pounds better off the least he could do was take me home in his car. As we left the city behind Dammos was eulogising about me, my skill and intuition, my control, my beauty. I kissed Dammos a few times then I decided what the hell and I gave him a blow job as we drove along, he filled my mouth with his seed as the car pulled up outside my shop. I had decided not to tell him my home address to prevent him causing me any trouble in the future. I went into the shop and placed the four thousand pounds I had won during the evening in the small wall safe. Then I trudged home arriving just as Tom was getting up for work, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw how I was dressed, and what I looked like all made up. I walked straight past him and went to bed; I slept until four in the afternoon when a loud knocking at my front door woke me. Sally was there; she wanted to look around the shop and to discuss financial arrangements for her using my back room from time to time. I thought she would turn her nose up at the room as it was now but she loved it, all over white was just perfect as she wanted to do a little personal massage in there from time to time. She phoned someone on her mobile phone and spoke for a few moments, then she said we will have to wait here for an hour. I got a bottle of cheap French red from home, two seat cushions from the sofa and two wineglasses. We sat on the cushions on the floor drinking rough red wine and chatting about the future we could have here in my sleepy little village. Exactly an hour after the phone call a white Ford Transit van pulled up outside the shop, it belonged to a carpet fitting company; there were five large rolls of carpet sticking out of the back of the van. Sally and I went out and we chose a light grey hard wearing industrial carpet and the driver of the van took the roll into the shop. I moved the two cushions, the empty bottle and the glasses into the shop and the carpet man laid the carpet, then Sally laid the carpet man. Sally took the cushions back into the back room, placed them on the floor and she and the carpet fitter just had sex there on the cushions. I could see everything through the open door. There was a knock at the outer door and another trade's man was standing there, he had a selection of vertical blind samples in his hands. I kept him in the shop, on the other side of the counter from me while Sally finished with the carpet man. Then she took the blind man into the back room, he measured the window and told Sally that if she wanted white, cream, or grey he could fit them now, anything else she would have to wait a week. We chose the grey to match the carpet and on a practical note it wouldn't show the dirt so quickly. While the blind was being fitted I asked Sally how much the carpet had cost, she told me that she had made the first payment, and that there were four more instalments to make, then she broke into a broad smile and said. "You can pay for the blinds, it's only one instalment fortunately!" I did the business with the blind man, he was no great lover, but he filled his condom fast, so I was finished in just a few minutes.

Over the next few weeks I used all of my winnings from the casino to convert things in the flat and shop, I had converted the flat into two 'consulting' rooms, each with a massage table and double bed that folded away to look like a wardrobe. There was also a small kitchen and sitting room for people to use while they were waiting for a 'consultation'. I had the shop windows covered in dark film to make then into one-way glass, I wanted to be able to see out but didn't want anyone looking in. I had a small difficulty though, my grand plan called for converting the rear garden into a car park, suddenly finding strangers parked on High Street for hours at a time may make the other villagers a little suspicious. There was a small lane behind the village, once it had been used to get to the smaller, independent, farms, but since big business had rolled through, literally rolled through, steamrollering all of the small farms into one huge one, the track was only used occasionally by lovers on their trysting nights. The problem was Michelle, no, Michelle wasn't a problem par-say, just that she reported every car she saw parked there to the police, make, type, registration number, everything. Michelle had worked for the post office as a mail sorter, then they closed the village post office along with its small sorting office which meant she had to travel to the larger town which was eight miles away, then another blow, five years after that they closed the town's sorting office too and Michelle had to travel over twenty miles, each way, everyday. To make matters worse Michelle was a non-driver, which meant she relied on taxis and public transport to get too and from work. My plan was to offer her a little of my profits to turn a blind eye to the cars using the lane to get into my new car park. I had decided that, as we had known each other for more that twenty years she would be reasonable and not ask for too much and also not make too many morale judgements. I was shocked with Michelle's reply, she didn't want payment for turning a blind eye, she wanted a job. Michelle was no great 'looker', she had a good figure, medium height, medium length mousy hair, which she hid a lot of her face behind, and large glasses. I was just wondering what I could say about the difference between what she may think a health and massage parlour did and what was actually expected of the girls that worked there when she spoke, "I realise that I might not attract customers in the main operation but surly you need a receptionist or something?" I hadn't actually thought about that side of the business, I had expected girls like Sally to bring their own customers to use the facilities I would provide. "Right, what are you doing Sunday morning?" I asked. "No plans yet!" "I want you to meet my partner, so come around at noon, we'll go to the Manor hotel for lunch and a formal interview" I said.

I managed to get Sally over early on Sunday, we chatted about Michelle and Sally agreed with me that Michele could make or break our business, either by reporting us to the police every day or by frightening the customers away while on reception duties. Sally's face broadened into a very wide smile when she saw Michelle, I had seen Michelle as I had always seen her, sensibly dressed, hair covering the parts of her face that her glasses didn't. Sally took Michelle into the back room; it took forty-five minutes before I was allowed to look and when I was allowed in to the room I honestly asked if Michelle had left. Sally had worked her magic, Michelle's hair was up, looked like she had spent a day in a salon, her face transformed by subtle application of makeup and she was wearing one of Sally's sheath dresses, it had been very loose on Michelle as sally was a good three sizes bigger but Sally had managed with just a few safety pins to make it fit wonderfully. "Wow!" Was the only comment I could make. The whole effect was spoilt a little when Michelle put her glasses back on but a girl has to see. Sally grimaced and told Michelle that if she worked for us she would have to get new glasses, contact lenses or have laser treatment, men preferred women who didn't have glasses at all but if they had to wear then at least they should be understated. Dinner was a great success, Michelle was our new receptionist and would start as soon as she had worked her notice at the sorting office, we knew we had made the right decision over Michelle when three guys came over after we had finished lunch and started buying us drinks, Michelle fell right into the whole 'doing whatever it takes to keep a man's interest' thing, she would after all be an asset. Sally and I left the hotel ay four in the afternoon, Michelle had decided to hang out with one of the men and go dancing with him. "We have unleashed a monster!" I joked with Sally as we walked back to her car, "I hope she remembers to put her glasses on before she starts dancing" Sally said as we pulled away from the hotel.

Opening day was rapidly approaching, I had 'escorted' six men since Dammos, all but one wanted sex, none were disappointed. Sally pointed out that the reception area looked huge and bare, just a small reception desk at one end, we had toyed with the possibility of a few exercise machines but rejected that idea, as we would need a qualified fitness instructor. The obvious thing would be books, films and videos, we were in the, 'adult male', entertainment business after all and I had sold things like Escort and Fiesta magazines in the past. By opening day the main shop had a little racking set out tastefully in the centre, Sally had pulled in a favour from one of her friends to get our first stock and Michelle had finally finished her contract with the post office, "Good, there will be something to read while I am waiting for customers" Michelle said, I almost choked on my wine, "Well it isn't quite the same as the stuff you get from the book-bus on Thursday afternoons" I quipped.

There was a trickle of men all day to look around the new health and massage parlour, we need a licence to sell vibrators and other sex toys but strangely enough the films, books and magazines were either totally illegal or totally OK to sell, there was no middle ground. We had decided not to notify anyone about our change of use of the shop, we wouldn't be advertising in the media or outside the shop only through word of mouth, and that word had already brought twenty men through the door. Michelle had done stirling work setting up a membership system on a cheep computer that we had acquired, mainly, to keep a record of who had earned what, it had been Michelle that had spotted the potential to use the pc to keep a record of our customers as well. On opening day we had intended to just show people around, sign them up for membership and give them a snack of cheese and wine but one of Sally's regular customers turned up and he was so desperate for a little kindness that she booked him into one of the upper consultation rooms. One of her other regulars, realising that there might be something on offer asked if he could have a massage too. "I'm sorry but Sally is our only Masseuse at the moment", I heard Michelle say to the man, he was whining a little that he didn't need a full massage just a little relief, so I stepped in, "Michelle, have you taken the gentleman's details?" "Yes" she replied, "Then book him a thirty minute slot in consulting room two" I took the guy upstairs to the second room, the room conversion was great, we couldn't hear anything that was going on in the other room where Sally was by now fucking away with her regular. I had decided to take on a client even though I didn't know the first thing about massage, I assumed that massage was the last thing on his mind anyway, and the shop was totally empty as well, so there was nothing for me to do down there while Sally was busy. What I didn't know was that someone had called in without phoning ahead first, he had heard about the place opening from a friend of a friend and didn't realise that this was our open day rather than a business day.

Michelle explained the membership rules to the man, took down his details, explained about phoning ahead and everything, she showed him around the ground floor consultation room and the films and books that we sold. The guy said, "Very nice, could I have a massage now please? Michelle told him that there were two people having a massage at present, which was why she couldn't show him around the upper floor but that we weren't officially open for massages yet as we only had one masseuse. The guy said, "Well you're not busy right now, can't you do anything for me?" Michelle blushed deep red, "I'm only a receptionist", she stammered out. "Oh no your not, you are one sexy woman, all I need is a little hand relief!" Michelle was in a little bit of a quandary, she had never been very free and open sexually, never run around with boys when she was younger, the few boyfriends she had had were serious relationships, she could count the number of times she had sex on the fingers of both hands. Ever since she had heard about my business opening up she had been thinking about what Sally and I had done to earn money. From the first time we took her to the Manor Hotel for lunch all dressed up, and a man had paid her so much attention, had taken her dancing, had asked her to his room for a 'night cap', which she had turned down and regretted bitterly ever since, she had wondered what it would be like to be totally free and abandoned enough to have casual sex for money. She had even woken up in the night on several occasions and been forced to pull her bedding between her thighs, clamp it tightly there pressing against her abdomen and lower, and rubbing herself gently against the rough material until she had quashed a fire deep inside, enough to go back to sleep. Well here it was, on a plate so to speak, a man wanting a little relief, willing to pay her to do it for him. "I'm not a professional" she said eventually, "That's OK, I'll take my chances with you" he said.

Member 0021, Carl Smith, thirty minutes, consultation room one, Michelle entered into her computer record before placing a 'Closed for Lunch' sign in the window of the door to the car park and locking the door. By the time she entered the consultation room Carl was sitting on the massage table, naked, with just a towel draped across his lap. "What would you like me to do?" Michelle asked, "How about hand relief?" Carl asked. Michelle quoted the price scale from memory, thirty pounds for the massage, or use of massage room, twenty more for hand relief, thirty pounds for oral relief, forty pounds for full service. "Ah well, if I have to pay for a massage I may as well have one of those too, and then I think I would like the full service" Carl said.

"Shit, shit, shit, I should have just offered a hand relief, why did I have to mention oral and full service, now how do I get out of this?" Michelle said under her breath. Carl turned to lie on his stomach; he let the towel fall away completely, Carl was only the second man that Michelle had seen naked other than immediate family members and that was so long ago that it didn't really count. "OK, I know the basics here" Michelle thought, she took a drizzle of massage oil base and added a few spots of Ylang Ylang oil, then she rubbed her hands together, briskly, to warm the oil through. Michelle hadn't chosen the oil to help Carl, she had often used ylang Ylang oil in a humidifier when she felt anxious or stressed out, a few drops in water held over a burning candle in her living room took all signs of stress and anxiety away, she was defiantly anxious right now. As Michelle's hands touched Carls back she felt small electric shocks running through her fingertips, it had been a long time since she had touched a man's body, and she had never touched a man like this in her life before. Michelle was a congenital, lights off, in the bedroom, and preferably not nude, kind of a girl up until now that was. "It's just a business Michelle, he isn't a man just a slab of meat for me to dress and prepare for the oven, shit not helping a vegetarian feel more comfortable, it is a nut cutlet laying here on my work top, all I have to do is cover in vegetable oil and pop it in the oven", she thought. Michelle had never been so close to Ylang Ylang oil before, never had it on her skin, only ever as a faint trace in the air, and she didn't know that one of the oil's other properties is to reduce inhibitions in women, and in the concentration that she was breathing in from Carls back and the absorption through her skin the effect was rapid and took her by surprise. Michelle knew only the basics of massage, like working away from the heart and never toward, only to use gentle pressure and if you hear your 'victim' beginning to 'purr', then you are doing something right.

The heat in her blood brought a faint red glow to her entire body, she felt uncomfortably hot, it wasn't the room's ambient temper or her over exertion, it was something deep inside of her that was causing the heat, that and the effect of the powerful oil that was permeating throughout the room. She had to open a few buttons on the front of her white receptionist uniform, she told Carl to turn over, there was a shakiness in her voice that Carl mistook for Michelle's inexperience but that was in fact years of pent-up guilt and frustration being instantly released by Michelle's body's reaction to concentrated Ylang Ylang oil. Carl was already hard as he turned over, his cock standing erect like a flag pole, all be it a six inch flag pole. Michelle wiped the excess oil from her hands on the front of her uniform, it was no mistake that she rubbed her hands hard, and no mistake that she chose to rub her hands down the front, about four inches below her navel. Carl was surprised to see that Michelle's uniform was already half open, her plain white cotton bra showing fully, she didn't fill the bra to any great extent but she was well proportioned to her size. Michelle bent forward over Carl's midriff, she took his cock in her hand and pulled back the foreskin, Carl's cock was unblemished, there were no marks other than one would expect. Michelle couldn't understand the power that was now driving her actions, she bent a little lower and licked Carl's cock head, there was the merest hint of pre-cum leaking from the monster's single eye. There were also traces of Ylang Ylang from her hands, which she was now ingesting; this turned up the heat a little more, Michelle began masturbating Carl as well as sucking his cock greedily, deeply into her mouth. Carl boiled up in seconds, there was a strong salty taste filling Michelle's mouth, she wanted to stop, to hold Carl's climax at bay, but she was much too late for that and she held her head still as she tried to fight the tide of sperm firing from Carl's cock, trying to capture it all in her belly, it was her first time, using her mouth to fulfilment, she had on three other occasions taken her boyfriends cock in her mouth but only under protest and only for the fleetest of moments. Michelle was still sucking greedily long after Carl's cock had fallen flaccid, Carl thought he was done and was about to move off of the massage table, Michelle held him down, and re-oiled her hands and began to massage Carl's front, she finished unbuttoning her uniform and allowed it to fall to the floor, there she was standing in white cotton bra and white cotton bikini brief panties. Carl began to stir slightly and on seeing signs of life Michelle began to work around his groin, she let her bra fall away when Carl was half erect and her panties fell when Carl was finally hard. Michelle looked great in the nude, the mousy hair on her head reflected in much lighter hair covering her mound, that hair was wild and tangled, she hadn't planned on showing anyone that view of her body, Carl's eyes scanned upwards over her flat abdomen, her ribs just showing through her sides and on to her breasts, small but perfectly shaped, rich dark brown areola and even darker nipples, as he watched the areola contracted slightly pushing her nipples out even further. Michelle was about to climb up on the massage table when she remembered the special feature of a working massage table, the small draw full of condoms hidden in each side of the table. Pink latex was stretched in seconds over Carl's manhood followed by Michelle's labia. The heat deep inside Michelle's womb drove her wild, she wanted Carl to be ten inches long instead of his six inches, she wanted to force as much cock, as deeply as possible, in the shortest time. Michelle was riding Carl at a gallop where he really wanted to canter, Carl may be paying but Michelle was defiantly in the riding seat. Michelle tried to increase clitoral stimulation by falling against Carl's chest, that did increase the pressure at the front of her vagina but it reduced the depth of penetration, which meant that Michelle had to rice even faster. In the height of her passion or the peak of her climax, it mattered not to Michelle she began to bite Carl's nipples gently, each time she threw her body down, crashing her clitoris against his pubic bone she bit a little harder. Carl almost passed out with the ferocity of his own climax; Michelle didn't know if she had reached one or one hundred orgasms, her mind was totally fried, she continued fucking Carl long after his cock had shrunk out of her body. Michelle slowly came too; Carl had the look of surprise on his face reserved for virgins after losing their cherry for the first time to a Casanova, and Michelle suddenly realised what she had done and began to feel that if there were really a god in heaven he would open up the ground right now to take her away from her guilty feeling. Carl paid for his full service with a smile on his face, Michelle pulled her uniform on not bothering at all with her underwear, she put Carl's money in the till and led him out of the back door. Michelle locked the door behind her and ran home to change quickly into a fresh uniform.

I thought, "Hello, I have a small problem with my receptionist, it is only her first day, only two customers taken care of and she is standing, with a face as red as a baboons arse". My client paid his bill and I escorted him to the car park, I was about to tell Michelle that she couldn't work for me if it embarrassed her that much to see a customer after he had fucked one of the working girls, I was glad that I decided to look at the members screen while I formulated in my mind exactly what I would have to say and how I could say it without damaging our relationship. I noticed the booking for room one, the fact that the customer had paid for a massage and the code used indicated a full service with massage and that the associate column had Michelle's name against it. I almost cracked my foundation, "You serviced a client?" I asked, Michelle just nodded her head, the red face was paling slightly as she was now coming down from her extremely exerting fuck, she pressed a key to show future bookings and there was a booking for the next week against her name with member 0021. "You sly old dog!" Was all I could think of saying but I realised that I had a receptionist who was one hundred percent company oriented and a valuable asset.

We hit the Manor Hotel at nine o'clock after a long and sometimes hectic, sometimes boring, day. Michelle was wide-awake while Sally and I were feeling very sleepy; we left Michelle sniffing at a handkerchief scented with Ylang Ylang talking to a commercial traveller, who had dishonourable intentions towards her. As I looked back at the two of them sitting close, his hand already slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, I couldn't help wondering what kind of monster Sally and I had created in this sleepy little village and if I would manage to sleep through the sirens if she fucked him to death during the night.

I hope you enjoyed my story, any comments good or bad to eastern_rose@yahoo.com or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com please. I hope to tell you another story from Rose the escort girl soon.