Part 8
The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
Working as a prostituteJanet has had many mundaneencounters such as the night she was hired as a hostess.
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Jerry picked me up one Wednesday evening telling me I was going to be a hostess. That was the only explanation he gave me. He warned me not to bring either my aphrodisiacs nor tranquilizers. I could not have any kind of drugs in my purse. He drove us to a nightclub on the outskirts of the city. He seemed nervous about something. I don't know why he was rattled when I was the one that expected to have to provide lap dances and put up with being groped by a club full of drunks.
We pulled up to the front of the club and he told me to wait while he went inside. He came back out shortly and we drove around to the back of the club. He pointed out a door and told me to knock twice. He left telling me he would be back at 0200 hours to pick me up. I was surprised that the door was heavy metal and apparently was for security with vid cameras mounted over it. I knocked twice and was ushered in to a room separate from the rest of the club. The man who let me in introduced himself as Clint. He used his communicator to call someone and announce, "The new hostess is here. You want to come here and get her set up?" He set the communicator down telling me, "Helen is coming to get you and set you up for the evening."
Vid screens showed a hallway and shortly I saw a woman approaching. She was wearing a costume that appeared suitable for an Arab harem. A short cropped top with billowing sleeves bared her midriff above billowing legged pants. Both the pants and the top were black but were sheer enough to show her bra and panties. She knocked twice and Clint let her in. She introduced herself as Helen. I responded with, "Janet."
"Come with me. I'll get you fixed up."
She opened the door and led me out and down the hall. We entered what apparently was a dressing room for waitresses. It was also a breakroom and two women were there on a break dressed like Helen but in pink. Helen introduced us and then opened a locker. There was a white costume hanging there. "This will be your locker. You can put this on and hang your street clothes in here. As the hostess you'll always wear white in the poker room."
I couldn't help but think wearing that I would be asking any man to jump me. I stripped and changed into the costume. Looking in a mirror I could see there was nothing hidden. Though the panties were not the same gauze material as the rest, my pubic hair showed through and the bra and top clearly showed my nipples. I felt more naked than if I was stripped. I hung my clothes in the locker but held on to my purse. Helen sent me back telling me Clint would let me in and would explain my duties for the night.
Back in the poker room Clint explained what I was responsible for. Essentially I was to be a dedicated waitress during the evening for the poker players. For my own benefit I wrote down his instructions for each person. There were four players that evening. Mike and Jake drank beer and I was expected to fetch their beer and clear their empties. All the drinks were already in the room and readily set requiring only a few steps to fetch anything. Red drank soft drinks and I was responsible for keeping his glass filled. Naz drank whiskey and I had to pour that with a specific amount (my four fingers) in a glass with three ice cubes. For the smokers I was to keep clean ashtrays on the table. Naz had a special requirement besides serving his whiskey. He smoked cigars and Clint had to show me how to cut the ends and how to warm them over a lighter flame. The worst part was that I had to light and start them myself without getting them wet. Clint had me practice with one and I managed it without choking.
Clint responded to a knock at the door by checking the display from the outside camera. He let in two men introducing them as Mike and Jake. They turned over satchels to Clint and he placed a tray of poker chips in front of each of them. As soon as they sat down I fetched their beers from the refrigerator. I offered them glasses but they declined. Red came in next and I poured his drink in a tumbler half full and set it on the table. He traded a satchel with Clint for his own tray of chips. A few minutes later there was someone else at the door, but this time the monitor showed three men. Clint didn't hesitate to unlock the door.
The first man in was big and seemed to fill the door frame. He hesitated there a moment scanning the room. He looked me up and down and certainly saw no need for caution because of me. I obviously had no weapons on my person for him to worry about. He stepped aside to let in the next two men. As soon as I saw who followed I was in a panic. I recognized Nazareno Santoro, the major crime boss in the state. I had seen his face often in the news. He had been in several criminal trials but never found guilty. His reputation was that he controlled all criminal activity throughout the state and people who displeased him would die or mysteriously disappear. I couldn't help but fear that I had to be in perfect behavior or suffer severe consequences. I managed to get him a cigar lit and ready but I had to use two hands to set his drink down because I was shaking from nerves.
Fortunately he didn't seem to notice as he carried on a banter with the other players. I stepped back away from the table and took a seat on a stool by the wall. The two men who came in with him were his bodyguards who seated themselves on other stools. I remained there while they played a few hands. Red finished his drink and I hurried to refresh it. I thought I was managing alright until I had to get a fresh drink for Naz. I was shaking so that I spilled some of the drink on the table. He didn't say anything while I hustled to clean up the spill. But then he stood taking my arm he said, "Come on with me sweetheart."
He nodded to a bodyguard who opened the door and looked out in the hall. He opened the door wide for us to go out, then proceeded down the hall ahead of us. As we walked down the hall I knew I was in deep trouble and wondered if I was going to get a beating or even be killed.
I had an insane thought that I didn't want my dead body to be found dressed as I was. The bodyguard went inside at the next doorway, returning in a moment saying, "Clear." Naz led me into the room which was a restroom. Holding my arms he turned me to face a full length mirror. "You don't feel comfortable dressed like this? You're not showing off that much more than dressed in street clothes. Like many women you wear tight skirts to help define your ass and loose tops to show just enough boobs to tease. And just look at yourself. You've got a beautiful body, all woman."
Placing his hands on my hips he went on. "These hips are what make you a woman, wide and meant to have babies." He brought his hands up to cup under my boobs. "And here you're made just right to breast feed a baby. You should be proud of what you've got. My wife breast fed my two kids. I enjoyed watching her like that. And I envied her being able to be so close to them. She always seemed to have a special smile and glow about her. I could hold them and I enjoyed that but I always felt that I had a little less than she did. You've got it all. You're built to be a mother and men are attracted to you because of it."
I was dumbfounded. This was supposed to be a ruthless gangster and he was nothing more than a teddy bear. He must have recognized my relief as he asked, "Do you think you can handle your job now?"
"Yes sir."
"It's not sir. It's Naz."
"Yes Naz."
"Good let's get back to the game." Naz opened the door allowing me to go ahead of him. His bodyguard was standing right beside the door startling me. He towered over me besides seeming big enough to block the hallway. Naz saw I was startled saying, "Don't let Stan bother you. He's just a big softie. Janet meet Stan. Stan say hello to Janet."
"Hi there." I put out my hand to shake and it was swallowed in his hand. I couldn't help but think he was the biggest man I'd ever met I kept quiet to avoid commenting on his size not knowing if I might offend him. He let me go and we returned to the poker room. Naz opened the door and held it for me to go in. As I went through the door he gave me a pat saying, "Knockers up sweetheart."
I hoped I wasn't too noticeable as I pulled back my shoulders. I returned to my stool but Naz suggested I move it up beside him suggesting I might bring him luck. I stayed at his side just getting up to refresh and empty ashtrays. With so little to do I wondered where and when I was going to get screwed. I hoped there was another room with more comfortable furniture. I didn't look forward to having to put out on the hard poker table. I had to wonder if everybody would do me or just the players. If the bodyguards joined in I wondered if I'd be able to handle Stan. If a man's cock was supposed to match his feet in size I could be facing about ten inches. The thought of all that cock stuffed in my pussy had me turned on but I was still concerned that I could get hurt.
My reverie was disturbed when Naz put his hand on my leg. It wasn't anything much but a pat a light squeeze but I wondered if it was the start of foreplay. He raked in the pot at the end of the hand and then kept his hands to himself. I didn't have much knowledge of poker except for my experience playing at some university fraternity parties. The frat boys said they would teach some of us girls to play. Of course it ended up being strip poker. I almost always lost all my clothes I was sure there was cheating especially when a final bet ended with me having to give blowjobs. But after a stupendous orgasm the first time I was treated to my pussy being licked I was willing to keep trying to win again.
I watched what Naz pulled for cards and after a number of hands I realized when he put his hand on my leg he was bluffing. Finally as I got up to dispense some drinks I leaned close to his ear to tell him, "You're broadcasting your bluffs." All he said was, "It's OK." After a while the others seemed to have caught on to his bluffs and he wasn't doing that well. One more time he had his hand on my leg but I saw his hand. It was all hearts. The pot grew to what must have been more than 20,000 credits. Everyone kept raising the pot till Red finally called it. Naz laid down his cards and raked in a big pile of chips. He easily had the biggest stack of chips on the table and maintained that position for the rest of the evening.
Finally they agreed to break up for the night. Naz handed me a handful of chips and the others each gave me a few. Clint got out the satchels each one had brought and started pulling out credit notes according to the chips each had left. Naz's satchel got more credits put in. Once their winnings or losses were accounted for they all left. Each had a polite, "Good night." for me. I was amazed that I had spent the entire evening in the company of seven men and hadn't had anything more than a pat on the ass. Only Clint remained with me. I held out my handful of chips asking, "What do I do with these?"
"Let me see what you've got."
He counted them out and said, "You've got 11300 credits. That's the most I've ever seen a hostess get for tips. I could let you take the whole thing but I don't like the idea of you going out in the middle of the night with so much. If you have a bank card with you I can transfer it to your account over a few days."
I knew Jerry had been paid 500 credits of which I was to get 35%. I couldn't grasp having that much. I dug out my bank card and handed it over. Clint keyed in information to his computer. Handing back my bank card he said, "4000 credits are going to your account now, 4000 more tomorrow and 3000 the day after. I'll give you the 300 credits cash now. I guess you'll be willing to come back every week. But you should know the tips won't be this big again. You'll probably get a 1000 or so."
I found it hard to believe I had so much. 1000 credits just to serve drinks and be eye candy sounded great. I answered,"Yes I'd be happy to come back."
"OK then let's go get your clothes."
Clint led me back to the dressing room but it was deserted. The locker holding my clothes was locked and Clint said he had no keys for the lockers. We went back to the poker room. He said he was sorry, he would have given me his shirt to get home in but he had a meeting to get to. Checking the vid monitors we saw that Jerry's hovercar was outside. Clint walked me out and held the door while I got seated and said, "Good night. I'll see you next week."
We pulled out of the parking lot and Jerry asked, "So you got the job and everybody was happy with you?"
"Yeah."
"You had no problems with Mr. Santoro?"
"No."
"What happened to your clothes?"
"It's a long story."
"Well that outfit looks good. They must have been all over you dressed like that." He put his hand on my leg. I pushed it away.
"I've got a new app for my communicator. You'll really appreciate it. I can activate your collar by voice. Pain one." Immediately I felt a severe headache. "Pain off. Now just do as you're told and I won't have to talk to your collar. Now get up on the seat on your knees with your ass toward me." I did as I was told. "Push your pants down and bend over." Again I did as I was told. He had me finally adjusted as he wanted. My feet were back across his legs, my head was down resting against the arm rest at the door and my bare ass was up in the air. I could only hope no one could see me.
I spent the rest of the ride like that while he kept his fingers in my pussy. Not a bit too soon we arrived at my apartment. I pulled my pants back up and could only hope no one was about so late. I didn't have to be told he was coming in with me. In my bedroom he told me to take off my pants and get on the bed. I got on the bed on my knees, head down, ass up and knees spread. He knelt between my legs and forced his cock in. It didn't matter to him that I was dry. As soon as he finished I got up and hurried to the refresher. I turned the water in the shower up as hot as I could stand and stayed there till it started to turn cold. Every time he touched me I felt I could not get clean.
When I came out he was gone. I stripped the duvet off the bed and tossed it on the floor leaving it to be washed in the morning. I slipped on a fresh nightgown and crawled in to bed. I fell asleep fantasizing about having enough credits to have Jerry taken down and to get me out of this collar.
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It was too bad Janet's pleasant evening had to be ruined by her pimp. I wondered if she would ever be rid of him.
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story continues in An Ensign's Fantasies 9
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