John's cool hazel eyes became serious. "Beth, the Master is waiting for you in the sitting room. He will explain what you must do to earn the fee." He pointed toward an open door, through which I could see a brightly lit hallway stretching away to a large front door.

I threw my arms out wide. "What the fuck? You never said you were shopping for someone else." I was angry but the young man wasn't fazed.

"Beth, calm down. The Master will explain." He put his hand on my shoulder and firmly guided me toward the doorway.

"John, I like to see who's jumping my bones before I commit..." I moaned while reluctantly walking down a hall that was panelled in light oak to the high fancy ceilings.

The only item that wasn't a permanent fixture was the red oriental carpet runner that stretched from where we entered to the front door. We turned right and entered a massive sitting room. I was immediately stunned by the expensive furnishings and warm atmosphere of the room.

Dark green leather sofas and easy chairs were arranged in a semi-circle round a roaring log fire. The ambiance created just the opposite effect to the bare hall, utility room and kitchen area.

A tall dark haired man in a short purple smoking jacket stood by the fire, smoking a cigarette. His legs were bare below the jacket, so I assumed he was also naked beneath it.

He was waiting for us and signalled for me to join him, with a flick of his forefinger. "Come, join me girl."

I cautiously walked across the room and stopped an arm's length away from him. I detected a strong foreign accent in his short command. I thought that he might be German. He was in his fifties and tall for a stocky man. His short dark brown hair looked dyed, while his face was rotund and rosy. On my finger count, I assessed him as being a moderately attractive man, maybe a three.

"Um, hello," I said tentatively.

His expression changed. "What's your name?" he asked.

"It's Beth. What's yours?"

I saw his hand rise and move in an arc. My reactions were slow, but I managed to move my head sideways slightly before he struck me on the side of the face.

The blow was hard enough to knock me off balance. I fell sideways and ended up sprawled on one of the leather sofas with my legs akimbo. The blow stunned me but it could have been worse. In any case, I was used to being knocked around by several of my boyfriends, including Dennis.

Seeing that he was standing in line with my spreadeagled legs, I lingered in that position.

"You will call me Sir, understand?" He moved toward me, but I laid still.

"I was expecting sex, not a beating." I replied belligerently. "The price just went up, Sir!" I stated, with heavy emphasis on the 'Sir'. He grinned down at me and moved a little closer before releasing the silk cord around his waist.

"We'll see how much you're worth soon enough, whore. Come, show me how skilful you are!" In a swift movement he pulled his jacket open to reveal his huge, erect cock. I slowly sat up, got comfortable, then grabbed his impressive shaft with both hands.

Bringing saliva into my mouth, I pursed my lips and began rubbing them against his impressive knob. As soon as I had removed the tang, I soldiered on. He stood silently, while I lollypopped his crown, using my lips, tongue and teeth. I had a good lip-fucking technique which pleased most of the punters and seemed to go down well with my mystery host.

The second stage was to devour as much of his shaft as I could manage. I swallowed most of it while adopting an aggressive bobbing motion with my head. I cupped his balls during the onslaught and only stopped when I felt his seed spurt into the lowest extremities of my oesophagus.

He maintained a grip on my hair until I had sucked every last drop of jiz from his cock. The moment he let go, I sat back on the couch and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my dress. He stared down at me with a look of distain.

"Not bad for a street hooker," he commented, before retying his belt and walking over to a curved bar where a selection of spirits stood. "You might like something to wet your whistle," he said, picking up a bottle. "Whisky?"

The aggression had gone from his tone, so I relaxed a little. "Sure, I could do with one."

He poured the amber liquid into two glasses and then returned to stand in front of me. I took the glass he offered and waited until he had sipped his own drink, before I took a mouthful and swilled it round my gums to get rid of the taste of his cock.

"Suspicious little tart, aren't you?" he said, while pacing back and forth. He waited until I handed him the empty glass, before taking a seat in a chair opposite from where I was sitting.

"John was saying that you want me to stay the night?" I asked, looking around at the plush furnishings.

"Something like that, Beth," he replied nonchalantly.

"Can you be more specific. Five hundred pounds is a lot of money."

"You will have earned it by the time the sun rises," he said, avoiding giving me an inkling of his expectations.

The effect of the malt whisky kicked in, as though an adrenalin rush had taken hold of me. A warm glow in my chest coupled with the heat of the fire began to make me sweat, while a wave of dizziness swept through my mind.

"Wh... What do... you want... me to do?" I asked uncertainly.

"I want you to take your clothes off, Beth," he said in a faraway voice. "And then we're going to punish you again and again..."

I remember those words clearly and being confused by his use of the word 'we', but my muddled mind couldn't work out what his intent was. I only realized later that I had been drugged. The effect of the substance turned my brain to mush and my body limp. I was unable to coordinate my muscles with my thoughts, so when several men appeared and quickly undressed me, I lay there like a floppy rag doll, unresisting and compliant.

Unfortunately, when the Police arrested me after stabbing the cab driver, I had absolutely no recollection of the events of what had happened to me that night. It was only while sleeping in a cell that the memories resurfaced in vivid detail.

Of course, when I told the police what I could remember, they thought I made the whole thing up. Whatever they drugged me with didn't show up on the toxicology report, so in the end the authorities thought I was lying through my teeth...