226 JULIE KNEW IN REALITY

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226 JULIE KNEW IN REALITY226 JULIE KNEW IN REALITY.Her name was Julie, she is a pretty, 5ft 2” blonde, 34d perky breasts, a tidy bubble butt and a slim-waist, men would die for… in your dreams… sadly that’s not true, the real Julie is 5ft 4” dirty blonde, 36 34 38 and everything setting off south if it wasn’t for the support of a good bra and a strong corset. She is married to a no hope, layabout, gambling, drinker called Mac, Mac `s last job was milk monitor at the school, where they met. Julie is deeply in love with Mac, always has been and always will be, it has been her downfall, and she knew it. Julie would do anything for Mac, and I do mean anything, any mortal thing at all Mac wanted her to do she would do, its like it now and has been since day I in class at school.If Mac owed his school mates money or whatever it was ‘his’ Julie that would pay up, mostly at first with gropes, peeps into her bra, fingers in her knickers, the things that would suit curious teenagers of that period. At that time, she was a pretty little thing, slim, tidy and desirable.After their schooldays in their little town there were few jobs, Julie managing to find work at Woolworths as a counter assistant, but Mac, well he had managed to miss the jobs that were on offer, spent his time in pubs, bookies, and bed but not in equal measure having no real income bed being more in his price range. They married in the autumn, her dad getting them a flat as a wedding present, in reality to get the lad, his beloved besotted daughters husband out of his house!Julie worked on, keeping herself and her layabout husband in clothes and food by working overtime, doing double shifts and some weekends and scr****g along as most folk do, the dole giving little as she was working.He, realising that her work was a financial disadvantage and with her always tired, a sexual dead loss, though they both loved sex, he was not getting a lot of late so he had hatched a plan. He lay abed one day lamenting the fact he would yet again, soon have to get up to get his own breakfast, when the midday news came on, it told of a local brothel being closed in a dawn raid that day.There was a picture of the pimp, who he recognised as a lad that had been in the class above his, the pimp was getting out of his BMW…There must he thought be money in sex!There had been a number of arrests, including a few girls that had been at school with them, and who had been making their way in the world on their backs, it struck him that that was the way to go, put Julie on the game, then he would never go without and she would not have to work so hard or do the hours, and with the hours better he would not need canlı bahis to cook for himself.He smeared marmalade on the toast while waiting for the kettle while musing that other than supplying a bed, and a room, there would be little outlay, and other than a few condoms and toys, what was there! Better still what about films, there must be money in films…The fly in the ointment of course, would be Julie, she would do most things for him but whoreing may be a bit far, even for her, oh she would do a turn to get him off the hook with the bookies, and so on, but to be paid and support them might be a step over the line… he went back to bed to contemplate the problem, he took a pot of tea this, looked like a three-cup problem!He knew he would have to pick his moment, and by luck that moment fell into his lap the next evening.Julie got home at seven, she was in a right mood, her miserable supervisor had cut the overtime, the miserable old cow had given her a good bollocking too, for something minor not having noticed the cheese she was selling was well off, she had had a virus as a c***d and had lost her sense of smell and had no way of knowing! she was as they say a rabbit of negative euphoria, [a very unhappy bunny] so Julie arrived home in near tears. As it happened Mac was up, as the afternoon shows had been shite, so he had been forced by boredom to come down stairs to the fireside, having forgotten his playboy magazine.Anyway, Julie flounced in 3 hours early and explained how she would have a cut in both hours and wage that meant a problem for them both. Mac was full of sympathy, suggesting a few jobs from the evening paper, that may have suited her, on a part time basis to top up her wage, boiler-woman at the evening school, or wheeling a barrow at the moulding shop of the local foundry, or as grave-digger for St Jude`s, but none appealed to her, so he suggested in a jokey way that she should go on the game… there was a silence that you could cut, then she suggested that he got a job himself…His blood ran cold and instantly developed a terrible twinge in his pulled back, he had pulled a muscle, some 2 years before lifting an empty milk crate at school and for some reason the after-shocks came on at even the tiniest hint of work … she, not being the brightest bulb in the christmas tree, ran to his aid, helping him into the armchair and fetching him some of his multicoloured pain killers, picking out three green ones that he said were the strongest. (That he had filled the bottle only ½ an hour before from a tube of smarties, accounted for the multi colours, and the ease with which he took them.) Strangely two of the blue ones would bahis siteleri bring on enough energy to allow the twinges to be kept at bay for long enough for a sex session…Hallelujah, Lazarus lives!!!He then suggested that she became an escort, not to be used sexually of course, he said she would hate that, but to dine and dance with men who would pay for her companionship for the evening.Now that appealed to her, and they talked about the idea, thrashing out the whole thing, it, having the advantage that he would not need to dance, saying he could no longer manage a thing like that, as the twinges would make him bedbound in no time flat and of course he was [pretending to] think of her enjoying dances she would otherwise miss! In truth;A, he hated, wasting energy.B, he would be a martyr to the pain he hadn’t got, softening her thought of him Being Julie, she was touched at his thoughtfulnessSo poor Julie agreed, putting her dainty foot on the first slippery rung the very next Saturday evening, with a chap named ‘whiffy.’lucky really as she got the Spanish archer [ the el-bow] on the Friday, the supervisor asking her to smell her new perfume and she had said it was the same as the cheese, the silly old cow had taken the hump before she had the chance to add “she couldn’t have smelt anything anyway having no sense of smell!” hence the elbow, the tin tack, the sack!!! She came home in pieces, her last wage in her hand, she was at a low point in her life.Mac suggested that perhaps escort work would solve things and if by the way she wanted to make a ‘few bob’ on the side by selling herself, well so be it.That Mac had met ‘whiffy’ in the bookies on the Wednesday, was not disclosed not that she cared by then, knowing they needed the money. He had told her “A client had rung and booked her,” (that the phone was a payphone in the downstairs communal hallway, did not click with our dear girl. Neither that she had not once advertised!)The ‘client’ wined and dined our heroine royally, picking her up from her door in the works van, and taking her to ‘Perry`s’ restaurant. A well-known eatery, described in the yellow pages as ‘fairly clean’ That the van belonged to his work as a fel-monger at the tanning factory and stank worse than a sewage farm, didn’t seem to worry her escort and in the eatery, it was noticeable the way folks gave them both, a wide berth. They went on to dance, at “the Alamo”, a late-night club tucked up a lane near the gasworks, the van being parked strategically in the darkest corner of the clubs open car park. They had a strict dress code, and Whiffy ever mindful of her feelings added a red tie to his ensemble of clean boiler bahis şirketleri suit and slippers, Again, for some inexplicable reason they had a big chunk of the ballroom floor, the rest strangely cramming themselves together near the band!Whiffy proved to be a nimble foot-worker, light on his slippers and attentive to the needs of his partner, supplying her with as much old and mild as she wanted, and throwing in crisps At midnight the band packed up and they returned to the van, and ‘whiffy’ kissed her, saying that he had had a brilliant time and whispering in his best most seductive voice that “as he had paid could he fuck her now” in the face of such smooth talk she melted, well who could have resisted and anyway she was sorry for the little man, who suggested they “got in the back!” It was dark the big old van, in its unlit corner and a street light nearby dimly lit a pile of what she took to be rugs heaped on the floor the only comfort. she said it would cost extra as he had no hotel room, and he agreed to pay.They scrambled into the body of the van, and made themselves comfortable on the strange pile of seemingly damp rugs, he, having removed the tie and opened the boiler- suit, she naked, her body warming the “rugs”, quite quickly as they made love it was a cathartic moment. the sensuous and tender moment only spoilt by the scrabble of ‘whiffy ‘desperately trying to relieve cramp in his left leg.After the ball was over, and whiffy had lit his old pipe for that ‘content, after smoke’ while she dressed herself once more …by touch alone ‘Whiffy’ returned her to her home, waving goodbye and driving off, rapidly as soon as her feet hit the pavement, leaving her in the dark street in front of her block. It being 1 am and the area not the most-safe. She walked the few paces home, a shadowy figure appeared and was about to grab her from behind, when the would- be assailant smelt her wonderous perfume (no doubt infused from the pile of un-tanned skins that ‘whiffy’ had collected that afternoon, and she had thought to be rugs!) He turned and walked away rapidly leaving the remains of a recently consumed Chinese meal in a trail. Indoors, she switched on the light, taking care not to wake Mac, poor lamb who needed his sleep so badly. She placed the few pounds on the sideboard catching sight of her dress, soaked in blood and the juice of the pelts, ruined. She took stock, she had had a good meal, danced a while with a thoughtful partner and had very enjoyable sex, and been paid for it to boot which pleased her and made her feel proud and satisfied to add to the finances of the little family. She knew that Mac would be happy come the morrow, and rather than wake him she sank into the soft sofa and slept the sleep of the satisfied. It was to be a long hard road and she was to learn her craft as life trundled on , perhaps I may share it with you if you ask nicely.

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