Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore
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				Title: <strong>Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 17:45:09</strong>
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				Katherine trudged along the school halls, her feet heavy with despair. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten much today or even yesterday, but she tried hard to ignore it. She wished she was back in London, where at least the weather was pleasantly cold. Over here, she was starving, stressed out, broke, and surrounded by people who didn't speak the Queen's English. Online chat rooms weren't fun anymore. They were full of people who couldn't spell to save their lives. There wasn't much to do other than study, do her assignments, and wonder how she was going to pay the rent next month. She hadn't really planned this out properly.<br><br>Her guardian, Aunt Maggie, had been against her coming to the USA all this while. She didn't want to be reduced to asking <em>her </em> for money. But how long she could go on like this, she did not know. Already rail-thin, this was further accentuated by her height and the lack of proper nourishment the past few days. Her dyed curls were fading back to their brunette roots, but she didn't have the money to blow on more Loreal at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 17:58:17</strong>
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				Marcus was watching the students that were entering the classroom, his gaze a tad censoring. It wasn't because the students were misbehaving or not - thankfully, those students knew enough to at least not try to bother <em>his</em> class -, but rather, because of the looks some of them had. Some of the worst seemed to have not recovered from all the partying they had done last night, and he disapproved of their shambled hair and clothes.<br><br>He heard the bell ring again, and walked towards the door, sighing. It seemed all of the students were there... so he would be closing the door, a sign that his class had started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 18:11:06</strong>
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				Kate managed to squeeze in through the closing door just as the lecturer was about to begin class. "Awfully sorry. Got held up." She smiled meekly, and turned to seat herself. The room was almost full, so she had to content herself with a front corner seat. Today's lesson should be interesting This lecturer was one of her favourites. The subject matter was riveting, and the way he delivered the lessonw as oddly refreshing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 18:19:42</strong>
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				While Marcus was a bit surprised at how late Kate had come inside, being how she was one of his best students, he was even more surprised when he actually paid attention to her, once he began lecturing. She didn't just look bad, she looked <em>awful</em>. She looked like she was on the brink of exhaustion, and he didn't remember her hair looking that bad.<br><br>While he had said nothing during the class, when it was over - the last class of the day - he asked her to stay and help him out with the cleaning of the room. "So, Katherine," he began, while he put a few erasers in a box, "I have noticed that you aren't being exactly the model student you had been in the previous months. Now, I understand that young people such as you prefer to spend your time doing other things rather than studying, but you have more responsibilities, what with you being an exchange student and all..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 18:51:05</strong>
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				Katherine harriedly stuffed chalk into boxes and cleared the seats of chewing gum wrappers as he spoke. Flushing, she stammered. "Erm... I assure you Sir, this is hardly what you are th-thinking. I mean, um..." She was interrupted by a defiant rumble of her belly. Smiling weakly, she continued. "What I meant to say was... um... I apologise for my tardiness Sir, and assure you I will do my level best in future."<br><br>She wondered what she was rambling on about. Hunger and exhaustion was eroding at her confidence. Her British accent was coming&nbsp; on even more strongly than before. Distracted, she dropped the box of chalks and watched in dismay as they rolled all over the place, some cracking upon the steps of the tiered lecture theater. "Oh bloody hell!" She blurted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 20:08:33</strong>
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				When he heard the sound of her hungry stomach, and eventually saw her drop the chalkbox, any anger he might have had turned to concern.<br><br>Raising a hand, in a motion to stop her from continuing, he picked up the chalk pieces, and began fitting them back into the box. Once he was done, he set it back on the table, and turned at her. "Katherine, is there anything wrong?" he asked, suspicious, but not in a bad sense... more like a father who thinks his children aren't telling him what's wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 09:05:47</strong>
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				"I... haven't eaten much since..." Kate sat down, burying her head in her hands. "Awfully sorry about that, sir." Heaving a great sigh, she stood up. "I think I better go before I botch up anything else. Have a good afternoon."<br><br>As she made her way down the steps, however, the entire room seemed to sway around her vision. Dots were swimming in front of her eyes and somehow taking that first step down didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. She clutched at the back of a seat to steady herself, and shut her eyes tight for a few moments. <em>Steady Kate... steady steady...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 11:44:10</strong>
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				He put one hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her from leaving. "Kate... please, don't try to hide things from me. I'm here as your friend, right now," he said, trying to calm her down, hopefully working.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 13:47:39</strong>
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				"What's there to say, sir?" She took a deep breath, but did not brush his hand away. "I am in financial difficulties. I should get by this month, but how about the next? How long before I have to sleep in the streets? I really didn't plan this whole exchange student situation thoroughly enough. And I really don't think I should even be talking about it. Unless..."<br><br>She paused, her pride holding her back, but hunger getting the better of her. "...you think you could buy me lunch?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 17:00:00</strong>
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				He heard her complaints, but did not reply at first, thoughtful. Maybe... well, it didn't seem as if she was lying. And she did seem desperate enough for money. Maybe she wouldn't mind it...<br><br>Then, he realized she had requested him something. "Oh, of course! I suppose I could... and we could talk, as well," he agreed, before beginning to lead her to the cafeteria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 18:58:12</strong>
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				The cafeteria was not crowded at this time. Many students were at lessons. Kate just happened to have a free hour to herself before the next tutorial, and then it was time to return to her dingy little apartment. Her lecturer had agreed to buy her lunch, so she did not stand on ceremony. By the time she had finished ordering, the table they had chosen was laden with a potato salad, a slice of apple pie, a small bowl of spaghetti bolognaise and a huge plastic cup of diet Coke.<br><br>"Thanks for the treat, sir." She said in between ravenous mouthfuls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 20:17:17</strong>
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				Marcus merely nodded, as he had taken a large plate of spaghetti. "No problem," he stated, having gulped some of his own food.<br><br>"Say... how far would you go in order to earn money?" he asked, trying to make a conversation.
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 07:44:19</strong>
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				Kate shrugged. "Oh.... I'd sweep the streets. Babysit kids. Sell my organs on the black market!!" She was just kidding on the last one.... or was she? She stuffed anotyher spoonful of potato salad in her mouth.<br><br>"This last month has been hell, I swear. Not much food, no up-to-date textbooks, poor central heating... never thought I'd be so miserable in the Land of the Brave, sir. I have no idea what to do. I'd go home, only I don't even have the money for an air ticket. I'm on student visa, so getting a job is illegal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 11:50:53</strong>
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				As he heard her, Marcus eventually decided in suggesting it to her. "Hm... I think I might know of a way for you to earn some money *legally*, enough to afford the rest of your bills and some more," he said, waiting to see if she'd be hooked by it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 19:38:08</strong>
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				Another mouthful of spaghetti disappeared into her mouyth in a most unladylike manner. "What's that Sir? You havena solution to my problem? What would it entail?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 01:49:25</strong>
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				"Well... I do. It's legal, like I said, and I suppose it would depend on how you provided the service..." he stated, before eating some more spaghetti. Once he was done, he continued. "What would you say about becoming a masseuse?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 13:52:33</strong>
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				Kate chewed on a meatball thoughtfully. "You mean, like give massages? Sure, I suppose. But how do I get into a massage parlour when none will hire a student?"<br><br>She sighed. "It's a chicken-egg issue isn't it sir? Well thanks for lunch. I'm feeling a lot better now." She belched, rubbing her tummy, and smiled. This was as close to contentment as she had come in a week.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 20:40:08</strong>
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				He shook his head. "No... I meant as a personal masseuse. You would be surprised at the amount of people who want massages but don't want to go to parlors..." he explained, before continuing. "In any case, we could make an experiment: you could come to my house, and we'd see how good you are. Depending, I would recommend you to my friends... what do you say?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 06:31:22</strong>
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				Kate stopped, and stared, gaping. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" She paused for a long moment, biting her lip. "How much are we talking? Hourly rate? By session? I'm not professionally trained, the last thing I want is to cripple someone by doing something wrong."<br><br>A glimmer of hope began to light up her eyes. There was something she could do to escape this stfling poverty. It sounded dodgy, but right now she was eager to try anything that didn't have "life imprisonment" written all over it.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 15:37:20</strong>
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				"Well, I think an amount by session would be better, considering we don't know how long you'd take... and you wouldn't have to worry much about doing things wrong; I have some books about that in my house you can use to learn." The look in her eyes was pretty much telling him she was desperate enough to try it, and he did want to make her have a better financial situation.<br><br>"When could we meet?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 08:00:59</strong>
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				"This evening, 6pm after the last period." She replied immediately, her manner now brisk and efficient. "No time like the present. Or are you available then? Where'd you like to have the session? I mean, doing it in my room is out. I have roommates, and I don't want to get the wrong idea."<br><br>"But if we're doing that in a hotel room, I am sure I could not afford the rates. Looks like another chicken-egg issue, Sir. What do you suggest?"<br><br>She had started packing up the remains of the mashed potato. It would serve as dinner tonight. There was also a meatball or two left over... and half a big cup of soda.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 16:33:54</strong>
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				"That's okay, I agree. And, if you wouldn't mind, we could go to my house - nobody would intrude on us, and you could say you're going there for personal classes - which, in a way, you'll be having. Deal?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 22:00:00</strong>
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				"We have ourselves a deal, Sir." Kate said breathlessly, her head spinning. This did not look like it would make her problems go away, but it was a good start. It was far better than waiting to starve in the LAnd of the Brave. At least now she was being given an opportunity to solve her problems, and she intended to make good on it.<br><br>After school, around 6:30, she went to his office to look for him. Surprisingly, she was feeling hungry again, but the leftovers from lunch should tide her over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 20:27:24</strong>
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				In his office, Marcus was finishing packing his things. "Ah, Kate..." he said, when he saw her come in. "So, shall we go now?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 06:24:22</strong>
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				"But of course." Kate sounded more confident than she felt. Perhaps it was hunger, or just nervousness, but she was already having second thoughts. She didn't have any props other than a bottle of baby powder she always had in her tote bag. She'd trimmed her nails in anticipation of her fingers being needed.<br><br>"I'm all ready. Armed to the teeth." She joked feebly.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 23:26:02</strong>
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				He nodded, hoping she wouldn't back down... although it didn't seem like it. "Very well. Let us go, then..." he stated, once he was finally done with the last box.
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 17:15:53</strong>
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				She followed along, her mind not really on the directin at all. She tried to appear casual, as if there wasn't anything untoward about following at his heels. Her intuition told her nothing was this simple - an hour's massage, get paid, with referrals for good service? Still, she was desperate enough to go along with it for now. He seemed a nice enough chap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 10:28:56</strong>
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				Walking towards the parking lot, Marcus had to refrain himself, at points. He was walking at a rather hurried pace, and he didn't want Katherine to think he was wanting her to hurry up and begin the massage already.<br><br>One of the reasons why those books were there <em>had</em> been for a similar reason; he had had a massage, once, and the lady that had given it to him had done it so well, he always had been itching for some more. He had tried to get his ex-girlfriend to be one, as well, but she hadn't exactly... agreed to it.<br><br>He didn't really miss her, but he sure missed the nights without an empty bed.<br><br>Eventually, the two of them were on the outside, where he had left his car. A darkening, reddish sun was barely visible over the higher buildings farther away, and streetlights were being lit now.<br><br>Taking out his carkeys, he walked towards a nearby car - a rather well-conserved old one, that seemed to have had far better days than now - and unlocked it. Then, he turned towards Kate. "Are you coming?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 13:11:57</strong>
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				"Of course." Kate snapped back to attention. She had been admiring the setting sun for a while now, while walking. Quietly, she got into the car. The butterflies in her stomach hadn't gone. She would need to get over this soon, she told herself sternly.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 14:17:14</strong>
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				Driving through the city was a rather slow procedure; whether Marcus wanted to make her feel more comfortable, or whether the cars were really making him move slowly, it wasn't easy to figure out. However, he managed to reach their destination soon enough, after fifteen minutes.<br><br>The house he stopped at was somewhat rundown, with a look of being older than either of them. The color was rather dimmed by the lack of light, but it seemed to be a white brickhouse, without plaster covering it. There was a garage to the side, with a heavy steel gate opening as they approached it. He drove inside, parking with ease, and activated the gate's shutdown command.<br><br>"Well, here we are, Kate," he told her, as he opened the door and got out. He waited until she had gotten out of the car, as well, before locking it and walking towards the house's door, to unlock it.
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 16:17:41</strong>
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				Kate thought it all looed rather charming. There was the Old English look to it, without being unforgivably Cockney. She almost expected a plump Matron bustling out of the house with a steaming tray of pastries any moment. Her fingers twitched; she was nervous again, but she managed to master the apprehension. Why exactly was she feeling so nervous? She simply did not understand.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 16:39:04</strong>
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				Opening the door, he turned on the lights.<br><br>Inside, it was a rather well-cared house, even if it wasn't in the best of conditions. The floor was at least brushed, the walls were clean, and there was enough space for them to walk. Close to where they were, a couch stood in front of a small television, with a painting hanging on the wall. There was a corridor leading straight ahead, and doorways could be seen that led to other rooms.<br><br>"Well, come on inside, and don't be shy," Marcus told Kate, turning towards her. "Would you like something before we began?"
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 18:09:36</strong>
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				Kate smiled. "Maybe a bit of food <em>after</em>, if it's not too much trouble." She wasn't really that hungry right now, but who knew? The massage was going to take one hour, so she might as well be prepared.<br><br>"Would, uh... maybe you would like to take a shower first?" She didn't really relish touching sticky skin and all that. Other than the ick-factor, there was something in the books that encouraged minimal friction between hands and flesh. It seemed to make a lot of sense, really.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 18:18:58</strong>
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				Thinking about it, he nodded. "Very well. I'll be in my bathroom, then, and you make yourself comfortable, okay?" he told her, before heading towards his bedroom.<br><br>The bedroom was rather simple, giving away the impression of being for a single person. The bed was rather large, but it would probably be useful for the massage. To the side, there was a single bathroom, which he entered. After disrobing himself, he entered the shower and began to wash himself.
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 18:33:20</strong>
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				Kate checked herself out with a handheld mirror and tied her hair back in a ponytail so that it would not get in the way of her work. She made sure her nails were cut and filed, and then gave them a light dusting of baby powder. There. Her hands were smooth now.<br><br>Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she bounced on it experimentally. Not bad. It wasn't too soft and probably gave great support for the spine.
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				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>28-02-2007, 18:41:45</strong>
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				After a few minutes, Marcus finally finished his shower, taking a towel off the hook to dry himself. He made sure that he wasn't too wet or humid by the time he was finished, and wrapped the towel around his waist, before coming out.<br><br>When Kate looked at him, she'd notice that he had a rather developed body, with muscles on the right places. He was rather out of shape, however, but not enough that it was disturbing. He also seemed to have a lack of tanning.<br><br>Walking towards the bed, he sat on the other side of it, before lying down. "Well, I'm ready," he said, rather simply, while waiting for her to begin.
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				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 16:06:16</strong>
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				Heavens, was he <em>naked </em> under the towel? She didn't want to think about it. Getting over her squeamishness, she dusted his back lightly with powder and then began with a light back rub followed by pinpoint massage on his neck and shoulders. What else had the book said? Oh yes, head to toe. Joints and ligaments. Do not exert pressure on spine. Fair enough. As she worked, she watched for bodily feedback. Was he relaxing visibly?<br><br>Soon, came the tough part. She needed to expert body weight on the center of his back, but it would be hard to do from the side. Slipping off her shoes, she slid onto the bed and straddled his bum, then began to need her way around his lower back and&nbsp; hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 17:14:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began, Marcus decided to let his body relax, as well... but he didn't expect her to do it so good. It wasn't the best, true, but for someone who hadn't tried before...<br><br>"Ahh..." he moaned, feeling pleased, especially as she pressed certain points of his body. The obvious relaxing, as well as some of the sounds he made, gave her the indication that he was, indeed, enjoying this. "You're pretty good... did you ever do this before?" he asked, turning his head slightly.<br><br>However, when she sat on top of him, he grunted a bit too hard, feeling a certain part of his anatomy squeeze... in an unappropriate manner. It didn't help that she was helping him relax and lose the stress...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 17:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprised and pleased by the compliment, she responded. "No Sir. It's my first time. Everything by the book."<br><br>Hearing him groan, she immediately paused and lifted her weight off his bottom. "Sorry, did I press too hard?" She asked contritely. She continued the massage with softer strokes where she thought he had hurt, and then made her way down to his buttocks and thighs. She tried to imagine them as slabs of meat instead of a man's arse. It seemed to work because she was soon squeezing and kneading merrily away.<br><br>Lower she travelled, to his inner thighs where, to her ambrassment, her fingers made contact with his scrotum. She tried to continue as though she hadn't touched anything, and hastily went on down to his thighs and the back of his knees. Once she reached the ankles, she began a kneading of the tendons and stretching of the calves. All in all, it did seem to go quite satisfactorily.<br><br>Finally, she was done with the back portion. "Please face up, Sir."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>01-03-2007, 20:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No..." he managed to say, now in a less restrained voice. "I just didn't expect you sitting there. Don't worry, just go on..."<br><br>As she continued, his moans of pleasure began to increase, even as he shifted slightly. However, he winced at some points where she pressed or squeezed too hard. It didn't help his growing length, however.<br><br>When she touched him on his scrotum, he gasped; that had been...ah! And the massage his legs and feet received, later, helped alleviate the stress there, from standing up and walking so much. Indeed, both of them made a good choice by agreeing on this...<br><br>When she was finished with the back side, and asked him to turn around, however, he paused. Should he? She would likely see that... but he did want a massage...<br><br>...well, he'd deal with the consequences of that later. Slowly, he moved himself so that he was facing the ceiling, trying to avoid looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 05:17:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tactfully, she covered him with a towel as soon as he faced up, but not before she saw that he was sporting a massive erection. The books hadn't warned about that! In truth, she should have expected it though. After all, he was naked and she was a girl, touching him firmly all over. Maybe it was just a symptom of his relaxed state.<br><br>Now she moved her hands back to his shoulders, working on the left side first and concentrating on the biceps, elbow and forarm, then the palm and fingers. She switched over to the right after that, then pressed on his stomach. The books had not been very specific on this though, and she just gave it the bare minimum before she skipped his groin entirely and went on to his legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>03-03-2007, 22:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus let out a gasp, once he was covered by the towel. He tried to repress the thoughts that were coming through his mind, as, after all, she was his student, and he was her professor. It simply was not right that he think of her in that way... but he wondered how she'd react, if he accidentally released...<br><br>As she continued the massage, his breathing seemed to become stable again, after some quick breathing. While he remained immobile, trying to appreciate the massage, every so often she could see that it was not going down, even twitching at points.<br><br>However, finally, it seemed the massage was coming to an end, and while he was somewhat disappointed that it was finished, at least he had enjoyed it while it lasted. "So good..." he moaned, still feeling he wanted more. But...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 13:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There! It was done, and she was close to the hour mark. There were about five minutes to go. She had drawn it out for as long as possible, not nowing any more massage techniques, but he had seemed to find it nice and relaxing, so she didn't think a customer would mind too much.<br><br>Resting a hand on his stomach, she smiled. "How was it, Sir?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>05-03-2007, 17:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she was finished, he sighed, feeling her hand softly. Unfortunately for him, it was close enough that the touch made him shiver, and he gave a small moan, as well as a throb. Damn, he needed to do something about it, and he didn't think he'd be able to resist it until she left... but he couldn't well request her to do anything, unless...<br><br>No! It was wrong! She was his student, he was her teacher! He couldn't... but... her hands were so good...<br><br>"Ah, it was great, Kate..." he replied to her question, but then he looked at her hand. "But I wonder... would you want an extra money for the payment?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 05:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taken aback, she blinked. "Extra money? Didn't we agree on a price?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 10:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, we had," Marcus admitted, but continued his explanation regardless. "However, given how you explained your condition, and how you admitted you would not have enough money, I don't see why you should disagree on it. Think of it as a tip, if you want to."<br><br>With that, he waited for her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 17:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Er... sure. A tip would be awfully nice. But isn't it for excellent services or something? I'm not sure exactly what that constitutes. Do I have to use a better massage il or something?"<br><br>Kate was puzzling this one out now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>06-03-2007, 21:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed it is, Kate," Marcus told her, before sitting up. "However... well, even though you did your best, and I'll believe you on that... you did not massage my entire body. Even if that is not a regular agreement, mind you, I am willing to pay you even more, if you will just massage the last part of my body."<br><br>There. He had said it. There wasn't much of a way for him to turn back now - either she didn't do it, and possibly even denounce him to the cops for this, or she did it, and the two of them earned something.<br><br>Deciding to guarantee his chances, he continued. "It is going to be a pretty large tip, mind you... enough that you won't be suffering for money for a while, including the full payment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 08:25:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something clicked inside Kate's mind. Somewhere she had not massaged.... that was like... hey!<br><br>"Sir." She said evenly. "Are you asking for a hand job?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>08-03-2007, 18:37:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus gulped, realizing that she had realized it... but, well, he had gone all this way, he couldn't just say it was a joke anymore. "Yes... yes, I am, Kate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 19:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate paused. She'd been naive to think that sexual services would not be required. OK, so they weren't really required so much as optional, but the extra tip could come in useful. It was just a hand job, right? Not a big deal, especially not in her circumstances.<br><br>Her hand slipped beneath his towel and brushed against his throbbing member hesitantly, then without realising it, she had gripped him in her hand. He felt large and hot. Slowly, she began to stroke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>11-03-2007, 20:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus gasped, as she actually put her hand underneath his towel, and grabbed his organ. Her hands were soft and seemed to be handling it well enough to not harm him. Groaning from the pleasure, he opened the towel, and laid back, letting her continue. "Ah... yes... like that, Kate..." he moaned, secretly wanting more, but... well, everything at its time. Maybe after she was more experienced, but now... he just wanted her to continue like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 14:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, it wasn't exactly like giving her ex-boyfriend a hand job, but the positions were similar. It had been a while, but some things a girl just didn't forget. She began to use both hands, one stimulating his balls while the other stroked up and down his shaft almost mechanically. Didn't want to cause any pain, so she would have to proceed carefully. Hey, if something so simple was what it took to survive, Kate wasn't going to argue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 16:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she worked more on him, he began moaning more, enjoying the way she did it. She was really good with this... Good enough that he had to restrain himself from forcing himself onto her, although he really wanted to...<br><br>"Ah... Kate... I'm about to..." he groaned, giving her enough of an alert that she'd know he was ready to cum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 17:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched an eyebrow in surprise. She hadn't even started yet, but oh well, perhaps finishing him off quickly was for the best. Quickening her strokes, she concentrated on probing the spots on his erection that she remembered from her last boyfriend. It seemed to work, for he was now gushing all over her hand in thick milky gobs. With morbid fascination, she noted the way the slit on his cockhead flared open just before emitting the deluge of hot seed.<br><br>Gently but firmly milking him with her hands, she waited till he had stopped spasming, then looked for something to clean the mess off her hands with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 18:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his length tremble, as he finally released. It wasn't the most explosive of them all, but some of it managed fly higher than just her hand. He just gave a quiet moan, as he could feel it subside, and tried to release what was left.<br><br>Once done, he raised his head. "Ah... could you please clean it as well? There's paper on the bathroom you can use," he indicated, with a hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 19:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding, she left for the bathroom and returned with a generous wad of toilet paper. Conscientiously and carefully, she cleaned off whatever stains she could find. She tried not to think about what she had just done. She wasn't a whore. She hadn't had sex with him. It was just a hand job. Just a quick, impersonal hand job.<br><br>"So how did I do." She began awkwardly. "Good enough to recommend?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dijeon</strong> on <strong>13-03-2007, 23:36:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she cleaned him, he couldn't help but enjoy her hands on him, regardless. "Ah, yes..." he replied, wrapping the towel around himself again. "Very good, Kate. I do hope you'll come more times... I really enjoyed the massage."<br><br>Walking towards his drawer, he took out his wallet. Taking a handful of bills, he gave them to her, and she could see it was a fairly good amount. "I'll make sure to tell the people I trust about your services."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Kate Kissinger: the birth of a whore</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>delle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2007, 09:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see... how much should I expect and will they all expect... the same thing?" She chose her words carefully, looking at the bills in her hand that she had accepted. Somehow she did not quite believe that a simple massage and handjob could bring in that much.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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