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- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
How do I become a self-employed call girl? That is the question that preoccupies Anika, alias Ilona, who earns a living as a prostitute, among other things. Dreaming of more autonomy and freedom, she flies to Athens with two full suitcases to start working in the escort business. Immediately upon her arrival, she meets the experienced call girl Violet, who gives her valuable tips for her new line of work, and introduces her to the art of fishing. She describes her work in an exciting and entertaining way: from choosing her clothes, to her phone calls with clients, to the actual work for which she is paid: Sex!
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~ Dedicated to Violet ~
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Last Chapter
Note of thanks
1
Hello, my name is Anika. I work as a prostitute, among other things. I don’t mind, except I can’t tell my family how I earn my money. I also keep it as a secret from my friends and acquaintances - who wants a whore as a daughter, sister, partner, or girlfriend? – I certainly don’t know anyone like that!
To escape the constant fear of being found out, I traveled to Athens with two full suitcases, where I began working as a self-employed call girl.
Initially, I rent a room in a small, relatively inexpensive hotel in Athens’ Piraeus district. In order to obtain local information about my profession, I buy the English weekly newspaper, Athens World, and find what I am looking for in the classifieds: In the ‘Escort’ section, women advertise sexual pleasures for sale. Carefully, I read all the ads and decide to call a woman who goes by the name ‘Lovely English Lady’. Unlike many others, she does not advertise she is young or a model, thus, I hope she might be a bit older because I am too. I am 42, in essence, considered past my prime — although it did not hamper my professional success in recent years. After all, I sell myself as a 35-year-old. It is an extremely attractive age. Many young men crave sex with women in their mid-thirties and a large number of older men lust after those other than young girls. Therefore, in principle, I am the perfect age to establish myself as a self-employed prostitute who earns good money. I consider myself good-looking with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim figure, groomed appearance, charm, and I am always well dressed. Plus, I can be quite sexy and flirtatious when I want. – I rarely encounter problems passing myself off as thirty-some years old.
I dial ‘Lovely English Lady’s’ cell number and she picks up with a friendly:
“Hello!”
“Hello! My name is Anika. I’m new to Athens and I would love to work here as a call girl. I wanted to ask if you could provide me with information on local rates, hotels, and so on.”
“Oh!” A brief pause. “What’s your nationality?”
“I’m German.”
“Are you here by yourself?”
“Yes.”
“How old are you?”
“Forty-two.”
“And you’ve already worked in this trade?”
“Yes, for many years, but only part-time. Any chance we can meet in person? Perhaps at a café, that way we can have coffee while we chat?”
Another brief pause. “I need to think about it. Call me back early tomorrow morning. Bye!”
The line goes dead. I understand her cautiousness. She does not know if I am the person I make myself out to be. I could be the wife of a client who discovered her phone number on the husband’s cell phone. There are numerous possibilities. Therefore, I do not mind waiting while she makes up her mind. I see another interesting ad about an escort service posted in Athens World. Perhaps I could learn some vital information about my future profession if I call and pretend I am applying for a position. I dial the listed number and a woman’s voice answers in Greek.
“Excuse me, do you speak English?” I ask politely.
“Yes, of course! This is Seven Heaven escort service. How may I help you?”
“Hello. My name is Gaby. I’m German, 35, and interested in joining your escort service.”
“Have you ever done something like this before? Do you have any experience as a prostitute?”
“Yes, more than 10 years.”
“Where are you right now?”
“In Athens.”
“Uh, hold on a second. — Would you be willing to meet me? I would have to see you in person before I can reveal details. You said you’re 35… that’s no longer young!”
“I know, but perhaps once you meet me my age will be less important. I can meet you at any time.”
“Great. Our office is located in the city center. Could you be at the Café Rena in two hours? It’s catty-corner from the Akropoli Subway Station.”
“Yes, I can be there around 4 p.m.”
“Great. See you later, Gaby. Your name is Gaby, correct?”
“Yes, and what is your name?”
“Oh, sorry, I’m Elena! Okay, see you in a couple hours!”
“Okay, Elena, I’m looking forward to meeting you!”
I look at the clock and realize there is no time to waste. I have to doll myself up. I decide on a red, sleeveless, knee-length sheath dress. It is chic and emphasizes my figure. Even though I do not want to work for the escort service, I want to make a good impression so I can get as much information as possible. It will come in handy for my own business. As it is one of those days again where my hair has a mind of its own, I bend over and brush it vigorously. Returning upright, I comb it out, leaving a lot of volume while styling it into a lion’s mane and applying hairspray for good measure. I apply makeup so my blue eyes pop, but omit lipstick. All that is missing is a spritz of my favorite perfume, Must de Cartier. Checking myself from all angles in the mirror, I know I have done my best. I slip into my red pumps, grab my little gold purse, and leave the hotel.
I hail a cab and the surly driver drops me off near the Akropoli station, demanding 19 euros for the fare. Glancing at my watch, I realize I have plenty of time. First, I locate the café where I am to meet Elena and then stroll around the area. This is the Plaka, Athens’ old town, with narrow streets, shops, and restaurants. I make sure to remain on the shady side of the road because the sun is unbearably hot. At 2:50 p.m. I enter Café Rena and sit at one of the small round tables. Considering the scorching outside temperature, it is pleasant inside the air-conditioned room. The waitress comes and l order a Diet Coke. Never beverages with sugar! They only go to the hips. A small woman with short, black hair enters the café and looks around. Seeing me, she nods and I nod back. It must be Elena. She approaches the table and greets me with a handshake.
“Hello, I’m Elena.”
“I’m Gaby, nice to meet you, Elena. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”
“Of course. Our escort service is always interested in a new face. So, you live in Athens?”
“Not at the moment. I’m only here for a week to check out the area. I’m thinking of moving here for good this fall — sometime in September.”
“Okay! Well, you certainly are pretty and have a good figure. You obviously take care of yourself, but then there’s your age. You’re already 35. I mean, you are 35 or are you older?”
“I’m actually 38, but I advertise myself as 35, which I have no problem getting away with.”
Elena laughs.
“Well, it’s not like it’s uncommon in our industry. We all lie about our age. Most of the women working for us are actually much younger than you. You would be the oldest on the team. It doesn’t matter though, it’s not like you work together. Okay, let’s say I take photos of you and add them to our catalog. In return, we expect our ladies to work full-time and be reachable at all hours. At times, you might be expected somewhere within one hour after a client’s call. How you manage that with your family is your business. Let’s say you get a call from us and we give you the client’s address, telephone number, and time of the appointment. How you get there at the appropriate time, either by taxi, public transportation, or with your own car, is entirely up to you. Just make sure you’re on time. It’s extremely important. An appointment is usually 45 minutes to one hour. We provide safe sex in all possible positions, as well as oral sex without a condom.”
The waitress arrives at the table and Elena orders a coffee frappe with lots of sugar and milk. Then she continues:
“The customer pays you the price we’ve agreed on, usually 200 euros an hour. Anal is extra. These details aren’t important right now. In any case, you take the money home. The next day, at the latest, you give us half. We can arrange a meeting by phone or we can send a messenger to your home. That’s entirely up to you.
Remember, half the money is ours! Naturally, any tips you receive from clients are yours to keep. If a client happens to asks for anal intercourse or an additional hour of service without prior arrangement with us, you must add on the extra charges. However, once again, half of that money is ours. Trying to keep extra services secret will do you no good because we always confer with our clients to ensure they’re satisfied with our service!”
Elena sips her coffee and lights a cigarette.
“Okay, so far so good. I’m accustomed to such working conditions from Germany. What other services does Seven Heaven offer their clientele?”
“Quite a few. We try to cover any possible wishes a client might ask for, but obviously, no pedophilia or any other criminal sexual practices. That brings me to my next questions. So, what do you do? What can you do? What languages do you speak?”
“I speak German, English, Dutch, and a little French. I’ve worked as a dominatrix among other things and can role-play. How much do you charge for domination? Or for role playing?”
“Now and then we have a client who likes to be dominated, but it’s uncommon for Greek men. They prefer to be in charge. They’re all macho guys. You never know what a client might ask for and we’d be happy to use another lady who can take care of such services. We charge 400 euros for a domination session and 300 for any role-playing games. In each case, you keep half the fee!”
“Okay. I have another question, Elena. Am I reimbursed for travel expenses?”
“No, you pay that cost. We pay for all advertisements, some of which are in English newspapers, others in Greek, and on the Internet. We’ll schedule appointments and provide you with steady work. You simply do your job and earn a good income without having to do much else. Easy money!”
“Sounds good, Elena. I guess now it depends on whether you, well, actually the escort service you work for, would hire me, come September.”
“Gaby! I don’t think it will be a problem. Make sure you don’t let yourself go. Always be well groomed and do everything the client asks of you. The client is king! This is important to us. Stick to what we agreed to with the client by phone. No rejections! You must accept every client even if he’s fat, ugly, repulsive, or stinks. Since starting this business, we’ve been trying over the years to build up a clientele list of pleasant and friendly men. And I think we’ve succeeded. The well-being of our employees is of great importance to us. We do not tolerate any mistreatment of our women! Well, I guess we can talk about the other formalities in September. What do you say?”
Since I’ve received all the information I want, I reply:
“Great! It sounds like a plan. I’ll call you when I’m back for good in September. Thank you so much for seeing me, Elena!”
“My pleasure. Your Coke is on me!” she says while reaching into her purse.
“Thank you!” I reply and grab my handbag. Elena places a few bills on the table. We stand and leave the café together. Out on the sidewalk, we exchange a last glance and go our separate ways.
The next morning, I give ‘Lovely English Lady’ another call. She is friendly and tells me she has decided to meet me. I note the suggested café’s address and agree to a time. That afternoon I take a bus to Glyfada, a southern area of Athens located directly on the coast. Since I am not familiar with the place, I hail a taxi and give the driver the address. On the phone, we discussed how we would recognize each other and she said, ‘I have long blonde hair’. ‘Me too’, I replied. At a table on the café patio, I do not have to wait long before a medium-size blonde flits around the tables, her handbag dangling from one hand, her eyes searching. When her gaze falls on me, I make a small hand gesture. She walks slowly toward me, her eyes looking me up and down.
“Hi, darling!” She greets me warmly. “I’m Violet.”
“Hi, I’m Anika. My real name is Ilona. Thank you for seeing me!”
“Let’s call each other by our aliases. That’ll be fine!”
She sits and looks around suspiciously. I quickly assure her I am who I say I am and that I came alone. I estimate she is about my age, perhaps even a few years older. She orders black tea and starts asking all kinds of questions: Where I live, how long I plan on staying, do I have a family, etc. — Since lying never accomplishes anything, nor do I have reason to, I answer truthfully. Granted, when it comes to our profession, it is different, because who reveals their real name, their actual age, or true origin? Furthermore, I want information from her; possibly, even make a friend among colleagues. Such objectives require honesty, even among prostitutes. We like each other right from the get-go. She tells me she has been working in Athens for more than 15 years and has established a large customer base while only advertising in Athens World. At times, she does business in hotels but prefers working in her home. Her usual rate is 150-euros per hour. She only practices safe sex, no anal. The majority of her clients are Greeks. However, she is frequently contacted by businessmen from around the world when they are in town. She typically meets them at their hotel. Those she is already better acquainted with can come to her home. Her cell phone rings once. She looks around nervously, gets up, answers, and starts pacing while talking to the other party. I only hear: “Hi, darling, how are you?” When she returns to the table, she nonchalantly says:
“I just made an appointment for Monday morning with Christo, one of my regulars. I’ve known him for many years. He always sees me on a Monday or Thursday, but he can only afford 60 euros. Considering you’ll be new here, you might want to be flexible now and then. Not every Greek can pay 150 euros. Not in this crisis! Make sure you do not to give tourists or businessmen you meet in upper-class hotels a break. The cheap Bulgarian and Russian whores you find loitering in the streets or the drug addicts sell themselves for way less. For as little as 30 euros, I’ve heard. Moreover, they practice all sorts of unprotected sex. Disgusting!”
Violet tells me all about the no-tell hotels in Athens where I can conduct my business and arrange to meet my clients. She also reveals that although in Greece prostitution is illegal when independently exercised, it is still commonly practiced and tolerated. Granted, there is still a need to avoid the police. So far, she has been fortunate. She tells me about her earlier years when she frequently went to upper-class hotel bars to find clients. Reminiscing must have put her in the mood because she asks me if I want to go fishing with her one evening.
“Together, we’ll be more successful. Let’s say there’s a man who wants both of us. We each charge 100 instead of 150 euros. That’s still good money for us.”
She cannot stop talking. I am flattered by her frankness. I have never done anything like fishing before. So far, I’ve only worked in a bar and various clubs. At one time, I had a well-paid relationship. I met the respectable man in a hotel and now and then, he took me out for the evening. I am excited Violet has invited me to go fishing and that we will do something together. We chat for quite a while longer and before we say goodbye, we agree to meet the next evening at 8 p.m. in the town square in Glyfada. Meeting Violet made me extremely happy. Now I know enough to establish myself as a self-employed call girl in Athens!
2
The following afternoon, I lay out the clothes I want to wear for my evening out with Violet. I choose a short, figure-accentuating, black summer dress and matching black, high heels. In addition to the usual stuff I keep in my little handbag, I pack four condoms, a small vial of massage oil, and a second pair of panties. It should suffice for this evening. At 7 p.m., I leave for the bus station. It is mid-June and quite hot. I feel I am in great shape for my first fishing expedition!
The bus stops directly at the town square in Glyfada. I get out and cross the street to a square adorned with tall pine trees, flowerbeds, and park benches in various spots. At the other side of the town square, directly in front of me, are fashion boutiques, cafés, a Greek electronic shop, and a large department store. Looking around, it does not take me long to find Violet. She is wearing a light red dress that, although it is longer than mine, accentuates her figure. For her age, she looks quite sexy with her long, blonde hair and matching red lipstick. Men who notice her turn around and stare at her. We greet each other with pecks on the cheeks and since it is still too early to go fishing, we stroll down Metaxa Street with its many fashion boutiques. Violet has already planned the evening for us and wants to take me to a prestigious hotel where she cast her net in the past. She says it is not only frequented by tourists but businessmen also. The hotel barman, Michalis, knows her profession and looks the other way because on previous occasions she always tipped him when she went with a hotel guest to his room. Since I do not know Glyfada or the hotels businessmen stay at, I unquestioningly place myself in Violet’s hands and agree to go later with her to the Ammas Hotel.
I feel elated and free as we stroll down the street window-shopping and gabbing. Relishing that I have left the small town out in the countryside where I spent most of my life, I am convinced I can handle whatever occupational and private challenges this strange land might have in store for me.
The Ammas Hotel is a good 500 meters away from the Glyfada town square. Around 9 p.m., we slowly head for the hotel while exchanging all kinds of information from our professional and private lives. Violet also left her home because she had been afraid of not being able to keep her work as a prostitute secret. Once she was far from home, she felt secure working as a call girl because her unfamiliarity of the place provided her with a certain distance to her social environment.
As we enter the hotel foyer, I marvel at its luxurious furnishings. No hotel back home out in the country comes even close. Most are small, family operated businesses whose clientele mainly consists of relatives or friends of the farmers living in the surrounding area, not wealthy businessmen. And, I have never stayed in such a luxurious hotel during any of my previous vacations. — We take the elevator to the top floor of the Ammas Hotel and step out onto a rooftop terrace featuring a bar, tables and chairs, and a swimming pool. I am taken aback seeing a swimming pool built into the roof of the hotel! Violet laughs at me and my apparent naiveté at my age. We head for the bar where two middle-aged men sit enjoying their drinks watching a sports program on the TV set on one of the bar’s back shelves. Here and there, tables are occupied by couples and families. No singles. Michalis, the bartender, immediately recognizes Violet and greets her warmly. She introduces me as her German girlfriend and asks if the hotel is busy. Michalis confirms this and tells her they have businessmen as well as vacationers from America, South Africa, and England. Since the bar is L shaped and the two men are sitting along the long leg, we sit at the short one so they have a good view of us. Obviously, this is Violet’s idea. We each order a freshly squeezed orange juice and then Violet clues me in:
“I’ve chosen these seats not only so those two men notice us, but anyone who uses the facilities. See, the bathrooms are right around the corner!”
I admire Violet for her shrewd tactics. The two men have already looked at us with apparent interest. Violet and I converse quietly and giggle every now and then. I am quite curious how the evening will unfold. Are we going to approach the two men or do we wait for them to make a move? As Violet is experienced in fishing, I patiently wait instead of bugging her with needless questions. Besides, it is not the end of the world if we do not lure a catch into our net. For me, it is a great practice run. Violet and I are getting to know each other a bit better, which is fine with me for our first evening out. From time to time, Violet looks over at the men and gives whoever makes eye contact a lovely, charming smile. From the men’s perspective, they might think Violet is interested. It gives them hope. For conversation? A flirtation? Sex? In the places where I previously worked, it was perfectly clear what was what, but this current situation makes me insecure. However, I say to myself, this is merely a different playing field. This game might start differently, but it ends the same way — getting paid for sex. So, Ilona, stay calm and don’t panic! I might not sit here in sexy lingerie and openly advertise myself, but my chic little summer dress also makes me look sexy and flirtatious. Over an hour passes during which nothing happens. Michalis turns off the TV that captured the two gentlemen’s attention. The older of the two men gets up and as he passes us on his way to the bathroom, he greets us warmly in English, inclines his head, and smiles. Another guest steps onto the rooftop terrace and strolls up to the bar. He looks to be in his mid-fifties and is tall, muscular, with short dark hair, and a cleanly shaven face. He orders a drink from Michalis and starts up a conversation. That is when Michalis looks over at us and the new guest follows his gaze. As he smiles at us, Violet whispers to me:
“He could be a candidate. We could share him if it doesn’t work out with those other two.” She leans in even closer and whispers in my ear:
“If he goes for it, we’ll each ask for 100 euros, but we won’t give him lesbian hanky-panky. I’m not into that!”
“Fine with me.”
When the gray-haired man returns from the bathroom, he smiles at us again and quickly continues to his buddy where they end up in a deep conversation. Meanwhile, Violet has set her eyes on the new guest. Every now and then, I find the courage to look over at him and smile shyly. Just then, he picks up his drink and walks over to us.
“Hi! I’m Jack. May I join you?”
“Certainly,” I answer much too quickly.
Violet offers him her hand and says:
“I’m Violet and this is my friend Anika.”
Jack also shakes my hand and says:
“Pleased to meet you!”
Pulling a barstool closer at an equal distance between Violet and me, he sits down. Crossing my legs, my dress rides up and effectively exposes the lower half of one of my tanned thighs. My gesture is immediately rewarded with a smile.
“May I buy you ladies a drink?” asks Jack. He orders our requested vodkas that we mix into our orange juice.
“Here’s to you, my lovelies!” he says and we clink glasses. It seems we have a fish in our net! My instinct tells me this man does not merely want idle chitchat at the bar, he also wants sex. It is simply a question of whether he knows he will have to pay for it. I have no idea if Michalis implied something when he ordered his drink. Jack asks what we are doing in Athens and if we are on vacation.
“No, we live and work here,” replies Violet without hesitation.
Naturally, he now asks what we do for a living, but before I have a chance to voice something inappropriate, Violet beats me to it:
“Anika dances and I give massages!”
As she says this, she moves her hands in a slightly rotating way with the fingers spread and looks enticingly at Jack. Wow! That was quite obvious. I am stunned by her courage to be so up-front with a stranger without even blushing. Instead, Jack seems to be momentarily embarrassed and at a loss for words. Hesitantly, he replies:
“Oh, how interesting!”
Not surprising Violet does not leave it at that and breathes in a seductive voice:
“It’s our day off — but we’re always up for a little dancing or massaging.”
She starts moving to the music playing quietly from the rooftop speakers while still sitting on the barstool.
“Isn’t that right?” she asks me.
“Absolutely,” I reply while attempting a coquettish smile.
“Well, here’s to your evening off!” says Jack and raises his tumbler with whiskey again. I still cannot get over how casually Violet proposed a little dance and massage to him.
“So, what’re you doing in Athens?” I ask out of sheer embarrassment.
“I’m a traveling salesman. The company I work for manufactures nautical radar systems that I sell here in Greece. — But let’s not talk about my work, I came here to forget about work!”
“I’m sure we can help you with that,” replies Violet quickly, and once again, I’m amazed at her boldness. I cannot wait to see how Violet talks him into taking us up to his room for a little remuneration. I myself cannot think of anything, not to mention, I do not want to say something stupid and spoil everything. Violet nonchalantly steers the conversation to trivial things, from the summer in Athens to Athens’ Plaka, to the restaurants in the Plaka, to the prices they ask, and, finally, to the current ongoing crisis. During all of this, we order another round of drinks and maintain a laid-back atmosphere. Obviously, the vodka helps. It tastes great and relaxes me. My self-confidence is back. The fish is snared with no way to escape! Now it is a question of how much it will bring in. Violet nudges one of my knees to let me know it is time for a bathroom break. I grab my bag from the hook under the bar counter and we excuse ourselves. Once inside the bathroom, Violet touches up her lips and says:
“Now we have to find a way of getting into his room. — It’s best if we don’t waste any more time. I mean, we don’t want to get too drunk.”
“Sounds good. — But I leave the reeling in of the fish to you. I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t contributed much.”
“Yes I have, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll learn! Don’t worry about it, — let’s go.”
She nudges me slightly with her elbow while giggling like a little girl. I quickly inspect my eye makeup before we return to the bar. Jack is speaking with Michalis. As we sit back down on our barstools, Violet asks:
“Jack, darling, are you staying in this hotel?”
“Yes,” he replies, “I am. Why do you ask?”
“Maybe you’re in the mood for a little party, just the three of us?”
A brief pause. — Jack takes another sip of his whiskey.
“I sure am...” he says slowly while looking questioningly at Violet with raised eyebrows. Oh God, I am so glad Violet is in charge and I do not have to speak. I could never talk with a stranger about this subject in such a direct manner! Violet leans forward, softly places her right hand on Jack’s thigh, gives him an enchanting smile, and then whispers:
“That’s great, darling, now we only wish for you to be generous. What do you say?”
Jack places his hand on hers and briefly looks over at me and asks:
“How generous would I have to be?”
“As it’s our day off, we can be generous too. Say 200 euros for the both of us.”
I cannot believe her confidence, right to the point without a fuss! Jack scratches his head and makes a face, one I do not like, — but then his eyebrows shoot up again and he looks content:
“It’s a deal! I deserve a treat every now and then. I’ll order us another round and then we can go up to my room.”
“Great, darling, thank you!” replies Violet.
Instead of looking triumphant, she continues in her youthful, charming, and cheerful way and talks about Greek music. Before I know it, she has us engaged in lighthearted conversation again as if nothing happened. Now that the deal is sealed, I regain my confidence. The unfamiliar part, the part about fishing, is over. Now the party girl in me can come out and get to work. As I get ready to re-cross my legs, I purposefully spread my thighs slowly before lifting a leg over so Jack gets a good look. A little, up-front treat for him. Our drink order arrives and Michalis serves them without letting on that he is aware of Jack’s and our business. We clink glasses again and then Violet leans close to Jack and whispers in his ear:
“Tell us your room number. Then, finish your drink and say goodbye to us so the other guests think you’re leaving alone. We’ll leave five to ten minutes after you. — In the meantime, freshen up so we can spoil you properly.”
She winks at him.
“I’m in room 617,” replies Jack, “it’s on the sixth floor, next to the elevator.”
Visibly excited, he downs his drink and asks for the bill. Once he pays, he gets up, nods at us, and with one last look at my exposed thigh, he finally says goodbye. Violet glances at her watch and pays the bathroom another visit. We wait five minutes before paying for our orange juice and Michalis wishes us a nice evening. Violet hands him a ten-euro tip that he takes with a smile and a thankful nod.
3
As we enter the elevator, I say to Violet:
“You really handled this magnificently. Wow! I hope I haven’t come across as too inept.”
“No, everything’s fine. I was only that courageous because you were with me! My God, more than twenty years ago, when I first came to Greece, something like this was merely a game that brought in easy money. You wouldn’t believe how crazy Greek men were about blondes and everyone had money to take one to bed. I was here on vacation with a friend and we were quite naughty girls. We did it wherever, in an olive orchard, at the beach, in the car. — We took more money home than we came with. The men we met paid for our drinks, food, and lodging – not one of them were stingy as long as they could flirt, kiss, touch us, or perhaps even have a little tumble.”
The elevator reaches the sixth floor. We get out and Violet whispers to me:
“Remember! No lesbian games, only safe sex. No anal for me, but if you want to accommodate him go right ahead, that’s your business.”
“I remember! And just so you know, I’m also not into anal sex.”
It has been quite a while since Violet serviced a client with another woman. She has been working alone for many years and prefers it that way, regardless of the fact that two women have it easier since the man wears out faster. We knock on door 617. Jack opens it wearing only underpants. A strong, muscular man stands in front of us.
“Come on in, ladies!” he says. We follow him into the room and I ask him to put on music.
“Whatever you like,” he replies. He flips through the TV channels until he finds a station playing slow, melodic music. Violet has slipped out of her dress and is wearing only a red lace bra with matching panties. Moving behind Jack, she places her hands on his shoulders and starts massaging them gently. The three of us stand in the only open space between the bed and bathroom with not a lot of room to spare. We can all see each other in the large wall mirror in front of us. I try to find the right rhythm to the 70s music that is playing and put on a little striptease. Once I am wearing only my black satin panties and matching high heels, I approach Jack and snuggle up to him. One of his hands immediately grabs one of my breasts while the other reaches into my panties. He angles his head to kiss me. Although kissing a customer is not one of my usual services, I let him have his way because his breath does not smell and because we caught him. Violet remains pressed up behind Jack, but is now massaging his back down to his buttocks and ending up between his thighs. The cock in his underpants is already rock hard. I stop kissing him and glide my tongue slowly down over his chest, stomach, hip, and then finally take his member deep into my mouth. Jack groans. I pull off his underpants and lick, alternating between his balls and cock.
“Oh my God!” he whispers. ”You’re driving me crazy!”
A few minutes later, I make eye contact with Violet and we silently communicate that it is time to steer Jack onto the bed. I remove my panties and say:
“Now it’s our turn to have some fun, darling, — lie down!”
As soon as he is on his back, we crawl up to him from opposite sides and work his pole with our tongues. He is so aroused he squirms around on the sheets. That is the way I like men. They lose their minds and only think with their little brain. A while later, I move away from his cock and position myself over his head so my pussy hovers over his face. Urgently, he pulls me down further and starts licking me. I hold onto the headboard for support and pretend I am really enjoying his wild licking. Nevertheless, I will not go ahead and fake an orgasm. I would rather wait and see if he even needs me to. Most people assume a whore always fakes orgasms, which is why I am stingy with such a performance. When I deceive a regular client I have known for some time into thinking I like sex with him, he feels incredibly flattered. That is the reason I try to avoid faking sexual climax. I keep my moans and movements to a minimum with Jack. I turn around and notice Violet has stopped licking his cock. Presently, she is unrolling a condom over it. She gives me a sign, we change places, and I slide my wet-licked pussy onto Jacks protected cock and say:
“Ah, yeah, that feels great, baby. God, you’re big. It feels so good!”
Violet kneels with her legs spread apart next to us within Jack’s reach. He does not know where to look or what to touch first. As I ride him, he grabs one of my boobs with one hand and with the other, grabs Violet’s breast. I am sure he would also love to fool around with her pussy. Oh well, it is his decision what to do with his two hands... Jack is horny and insatiable. He will not have a problem dishing out the agreed upon money. I am positive! I fuck him slowly and rhythmically. When he is about to explode, I get off his proud member and roll the used rubber off and replace it with a fresh one that is lying on the nightstand. I give Violet a sign and she removes Jack’s hands from her tits. She then mounts and rides him, moaning urgently straightaway. Silently, we agree it is time for him to finish. I assume the doggy-style position with my knees spread far apart so Jack can get a good look at my pussy as well as stick in his finger. He is absolutely randy and gives his best to handle both us girls. Violet fucks him faster and faster and then what must happen happens: He comes! Jack arches his back and moans aloud, his face contorted with pain. He grabs Violet’s hips and thrusts forcefully upward. With eyes closed, he finally slumps onto the sheets and breathes heavily, yet blissfully.
“Oh my, ladies, that was absolutely fabulous,” he whispers.
We lie down, sandwiching him between us and listen to his wheezing breath. Jack wraps his arms around us and gives each of us a kiss on the forehead. Although he is exhausted, he looks happy. That is what I absolutely love: in addition to making money, I also provide somebody with real happiness! Violet offers Jack a little massage before bedtime, but he declines and says:
“It’s time to throw you two out. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t get any sleep. And I have to get up early to catch my flight to Amsterdam.”
I get up and ask if I can use the bathroom. Jack nods. I slip into the shower, quickly wash, and then thoroughly rinse my mouth with antiseptic mouthwash. After wrapping myself in a bath towel, I return to the main room. Now it is Violet’s turn to disappear into the bathroom. I chat with Jack as I dress, who gets up and places two 100-euro bills on the desk. When Violet returns, he points to the money and says:
“This is for you two lovely ladies. Thank you, Anika and Violet! This was really an exciting experience for me. Can I have your phone numbers? I’m sure I’ll be returning to Athens and I’d certainly like a repeat performance.”
Since I am not established yet, I nod at Violet. She scribbles her cell phone number on a piece of paper with our names and a heart next to them. We thank him for his generosity and give him little pecks on the cheeks, wishing him a good night. Once we are out of the room, Violet’s face turns into an expression of satisfaction. I am also satisfied, quite satisfied! After all, I have just earned my first money in Athens. I am still amazed we caught a fish on our first evening out. Moreover, I am greatly pleased to have met such a delightful and amiable colleague. Exiting the Ammas Hotel, we step outside into the mild, warm evening air of Athens. We hug conspiratorially for a brief moment on the sidewalk out front before heading toward the town square in Glyfada. It is almost midnight and I have no idea if the buses still run to Piraeus at this time. Granted, I could spring for a taxi, but I am too stingy for that. Naturally, if there is no bus service, I must catch a cab. I pull a five-euro note out of my wallet and hand it to Violet, my share of Michalis’ tip. Violet thanks me and says:
“That’s the best way to do it, always go Dutch. To reciprocate constantly each time is plain stupid. This has nothing to do with friendship.”
We chat as we walk, re-examining the night and our successful fishing trip. Violet says:
“My God, tonight I feel 20 years younger! Like when I went on vacation to the Greek islands.”
I reply:
“I’m so happy I’ve met you. Thank you for everything, Violet!”
“Oh, think nothing of it. And don’t thank me! Worry about placing an ad in Athens World. Believe me, if you’re crafty, you can make lots of money here.”
We reach the town square in Glyfada and I inspect the bus stop schedule. I am in luck; I have not missed the last bus. We quickly hug and exchange kisses. I get in and watch Violet stroll away, swinging her little handbag. Tired, I lean my head against the back of the seat and enjoy the rocking ride back to Piraeus.
4
The little hotel I am staying at in Piraeus is located on a hill behind the Zea Marina. Standing on my balcony, looking over the houses in front, I see the circular-shaped marina with its variety of berthed boats and the vast sea beyond. Although my room is small, it features a fridge, air-conditioning, a TV, and Internet access. It is all I need for the moment. The room rate is 35 euros per day without breakfast. Considering I want to set up shop in Athens until sometime in September, I do not want to spend more than 5000 euros in the next two months. That should leave me enough for the start-up phase. Obviously, I still need to budget my money. If I come across a cheaper hotel in a good location, I will probably move even though I am quite happy with my current accommodations. In front of the hotel is a taxi stand and a bit down the road at the Piraeus town square, a bus station servicing all areas of Athens.
This morning I have something important to do: I need to prepare my ad for Athens World. I go into my bathroom to get ready for my outing. Once my hair is nicely combed, my makeup decently applied, and my entire body rubbed with suntan lotion giving my skin a velvety-look, I slip into some summer clothes. I love wearing light airy clothes! It is not like there is a guarantee I can do so in Germany during the summer.
I hand in my room key at the reception desk, leave the Lilo Hotel, and walk toward the town square. Once there, I treat myself to breakfast, a Nescafé with milk and a puff pastry. Everything is so different compared to Germany, the coffee, the pastries, the heat, the hustle and bustle, and all the noisy people — simply everything. I am delighted at how great the pastry tastes that I have chosen for today’s breakfast. It is called bougatsa and so I do not forget, I write it down in my notebook the way it sounds. I really must learn the Greek language and its weird alphabet so I can read words spelled out only in Greek. For example, on menus or bus stop schedules. I already learned the Greek number system on a previous vacation here. Back then, they had the drachma and it was important to me to understand the Greeks when I asked the price of whatever interested me. — It is surprising how well I retained it. I can still count to one hundred.
Finding a nice shady place under a sycamore tree, I get comfortable, take out my notebook, and try to come up with the right phrasing for the ad I want to place in Athens World. It is Tuesday and if I want to see my ad in this week’s Friday edition, I have to submit and pay for it at the editorial office by Wednesday afternoon. I definitely do not want to miss this week’s deadline! I think about the wording and write down in my notebook:
Charming Lady from Germany would like to meet nice gentlemen... cell phone number. — I am not happy with it and try again:
Attractive Lady from Northern Europe would like to meet nice, outgoing gentlemen who like to have fun... cell phone number. — No, that will not do either. Playing around with it in my head, I come up with this:
Incredibly attractive lady from Germany would like to meet a generous gentleman... cell phone number. — Yes, that is better. I like it. I read and reread the sentence until something even better pops into my head!
Very attractive and charming lady from Germany would like to meet a generous gentleman... cell phone number. — There, that sounds much better! I am extremely satisfied.
Paying for my breakfast, I use the opportunity to ask the waitress where I can find a cell phone service provider close by. The pretty, young Greek woman points down the road and tells me there is store not far away. In reality, I end up walking at least a kilometer before I discover the store. I look at the SIM cards and available numbers. I have almost 20 to choose from and go with the number 69978 69 22 69. It is the easiest to remember. I pick a smartphone in the lower price range that has all the features I need for my work as a call girl, and inquire about an extra battery in case the one in the phone goes dead when I am on the road with no way to recharge. My entire purchase comes to 388 euros. Now I have the most important device a call girl requires: A cell phone!
Next on my agenda is the Athens World editorial office, which is located downtown in Omonoia Square. Violet told me where the newspaper’s offices are, but she also advised me not to explore the area after my business is concluded because it is supposedly swarming with drug addicts, dealers, pimps, illegal immigrants, and all kinds of crooks. I look at my tourist map for bus and subway stations, but regrettably, I cannot find one in my immediate vicinity. The closest one is at the Port of Piraeus, which, from my present location, is quite far off. Considering I have to budget my money and I am new to the city, in the beginning, I plan to avoid taking cabs and instead use public transportation to meet clients. Violet may discourage me from doing so because it may take too long to get wherever my destination is — but at least I want to try. Right now, it is important for me to acquaint myself with the available public transportation so I get to a hotel or a client’s private address as quickly as possible.
I get out at Omonoia Square and walk up the stairs instead of taking the escalator. At least this time! It keeps me and my figure in shape. Once topside, I refer to my tourist map on which I had marked the location of the Athens World editorial offices. It is ahead around a few corners. I follow the route and enter the building. The small room is separated by a long counter, clientele on one side, on the other, two desks, one of which is manned by a lady who I address:
“Good morning. I would like to place an ad in the next edition of Athens World.”
She briefly looks at me, nods, and continues typing. Eventually, she gets up and walks over to me.
“What category do you want to place your ad?”
I place my prewritten note with my newly added cell phone number in front of her and say:
“Under Escort, please.”
She looks as if she is judging me. Does she think I am too old or not pretty enough? I do not know. Who cares! At least she reads my text thoroughly. Then she looks at me again and asks:
“How many weeks do you want your ad to run?”
“Four weeks, please.”
“That comes to 44 euros. That is 11 euros per week.”
I hand her a 50-euro bill. She takes it and walks back to her desk, opens a drawer, reaches in, and returns with my change. There is also a receipt book and she writes me an invoice for 44 euros.
“Thank you!” I say.
She does not acknowledge me, simply turns around, and returns to her desk with the receipt book. Oh well, I have completed my mission! As of Friday, my ad will be in Athens World! I am happy about my accomplishment and think about what I can do with the rest of the day.
Omonoia Square does not look like the terrible place Violet made it out to be. Three lanes of traffic with noisy cars, scooters, taxis, and buses go around the square. Also, it is the middle of the day, what could happen? I do not see any harm in exploring the area a little. All over Omonoia Square are peripteros, Greek kiosks, where a person can buy all kinds of things: baseball hats, reading glasses, T-shirts, magazines, porn magazines, cigarettes, toys, drinks. While walking, I pass a large Greek department store, a hotel, boutiques, shoe stores, a small shop that sharpens knives, a cell phone store, fast-food restaurants, an old, seemingly traditional coffee house, and many subway entrances. Street vendors offer fashion jewelry and sunglasses. I see beggars, tourists, in addition to well and poorly dressed people from various countries. I pass a tiny sex shop where I sneak a quick peek, but do not see anything interesting. As I reach a main thoroughfare running along Omonoia Square, I take out my map again. I see it is Stadiou Street and it runs from Omonoia Square to Syntagma Square. Relishing the chaotic hustle and bustle on the street as well as on the sidewalk, I stroll slowly down it. Moped riders park wherever they can. Numerous times, I circumvent obstacles such as chairs, tables, and boxes of delivered goods. Many men look Pakistani or Hindu. Some men stare, some try to chat with me. Then I discover on the third floor of a commercial building a display window of a sex shop. I could use a well-equipped sex shop in my line of work. Entering the store, I see I am the only customer. The shop is run by a sinister-looking man in his 50s and a dolled up woman of the same age who seems to have let herself go. I ask in English if I can browse. Apparently bored, both merely nod. I not only see toys, movies, and books, but also a large collection of sexy lingerie. I love it! What do I look through first? The leather clothes, the vinyl clothes, or the great outfits made from mesh, satin, and lace? I decide to rummage through a stuffed basket of discounted panties. Some have no bottom; others have strings of bead where fabric should be. Although I already have a fantastic collection of this type of underwear, I admit I like them and cannot have enough. Examining the mesh clothes, I discover a red bodysuit edged in vinyl and held in place only at the neck, back, and instep. Trés sexy! I must try it on. I grab the hanger and drape the bodysuit over my arm. I hope it fits. Together with my red strapless fishnet stockings and red patent leather high heels that I only wear for work and never on the road, it would make an awesome ensemble. Most men adore red sexy lingerie. Me too. Most of my undergarments are either black or red. Although, during the summer when I am nicely tanned, I also like wearing brightly colored underwear, like orange, yellow, gold, acid green, and pink. Just not purple or blue! I search a bit longer and among the leather items, I find an exceptionally nice set. The mini skirt’s front and back panels are only connected by simple silver metal rings. The top is held in place with a Velcro strap around the neck and back. It is tailored so that the breasts are pushed upward and the nipples remain exposed. I am truly mad about this outfit and pile it on top of the red, fishnet bodysuit. That is enough. I ask the saleswoman where the changing room is. Not exactly the same, but they have something akin to what I am used to, a little nook separated by a curtain where customers can try on revealing clothes behind it. It comes with a stool and a large wall mirror. I look around for a hook to hang my selection on, but no luck. I end up hanging the clothes on the rod from which the curtain hangs and remove all my clothes except my panties. Wow! The red fishnet bodysuit fits like a glove and looks damn sexy on me! The price tag says 59 euros. Well, items like these are always expensive in sex shops. I take it off and carefully place it back on the hanger. Looking at the leather outfit’s price tag, I see it costs even more — 149 euros. I try it on anyway. Viewing myself in the large wall mirror, I conclude I simply look spectacular. My nipples protrude magnificently above the push-up bra’s cup. I play with them and they immediately harden. When I look at myself in the mirror while wearing such sexy outfits, I sometimes cannot help but get turned on, which I take as a sure sign men will feel the same. God, it is a hell of a sexy leather outfit! With my black leather thigh boots, whip, and handcuffs, I would make an extremely provocative dominatrix. I tug on my nipples again and briefly rub a finger over my clit simply to see if I can stimulate it. Delighted, it pulses. Too bad I am currently in a sex shop or I would pleasure myself. However, I can always do that later back in my hotel room. Now it is time to dress and exit the store. I hope the items I like will not sell quickly, so I can come back later. Once I make a good chunk of money, I will upgrade my work wardrobe to include black leather and red mesh clothes!
5
Back in my room at the Lilo Hotel, I plug my new cell phone into an outlet to charge the battery while I play around with it. I enter Violet’s cell and home phone numbers into the address book. Then, I choose a background picture, check out the preinstalled apps, and try the camera. I also make sure I have access to the Internet and a search engine, which is crucial. Other than those, I am not interested in any other extras. Next, I place the half-unpacked suitcase on the bed, sort the rest of my clothes, and stow them in the closet. Now I am set in case I receive a phone call from a prospective customer on Friday. Once all my clothes are neatly put away, I pack a small toiletry case: condoms in two different sizes, lube gel, a small bottle of massage oil, and a small black vibrator. From now on, I will always carry the case in my handbag. In another bag, a slightly larger one, which I will also take from now on, I pack a matching sexy black lingerie set and a pair of strapless stockings. These are what I will wear with my next client. In a large shoulder bag, I pack a short black vinyl dress, matching black vinyl gloves, thigh boots, a whip, a spanking paddle, a pair of handcuffs, and a long blonde ponytail hairpiece. Next, I add another dildo — slightly bigger, nipple clamps, as well as two, one meter, black soft ropes and place the pre-packed bag in the closet. It feels great to be ready in the event someone calls who is interested in domination. Now that I am finished, I call Violet.
“Hello, Violet! It’s me, Anika. How are you? Did you make it home all right? The number displayed is my new work cell phone. That’s the one I’ll be calling you with from now on, so you might as well save it in your directory!”
“Hi, darling. It’s good to hear your voice! I’m glad you took care of business. Yeah, I arrived home safely. I’ve had a busy day so far. Janis called at 10:00 a.m. and came over at 11:00 a.m. Then I went shopping and Jack called me. Not our Jack, mind you. My Jack! So I had to rush to get back home by 2:00 p.m. because he couldn’t make it a half hour later! — God, he was his usual awful self again. Just imagine, he walks in, puts a 100-euro note and a box of chocolates on the table, then grabs me and kisses me so hard, my lips almost started bleeding. He then drags me into my bedroom and fucks my pussy sore! Ha, but I was lucky because it didn’t take him all that long, fucking me so hard. Ha-ha! — Until six months ago, he always paid 150, but since his wife left him, he only springs for 100 and always adds a box of pralines or a bouquet of flowers! What do you think? I really don’t know what to do with that man. I mean, I’ve known him for twelve years, but he cannot seriously think I’d go out regularly with him. Lately, after each sexual encounter, he asks me out on a date. He wants a relationship with me, but I always say: No Jack! I have work to do. I can’t spend an entire evening with you!
