ALL IN THE FAMILY

by Kapsun

Amsterdam had proved fruitful for Linda and yet again she had dressed down to bare essentials. With legs crossed elegantly and chest inclined deceptively she set herself up in the well-lit window and awaited her first customer of the evening.

The wait seemed long and that gave her time to think of the past. Had it really been six years since she'd left her husband and children?

She was barely 18 when he had proposed to her. He was 39, bald, and dressed like her grandfather. She couldn't ever think of marrying him. But circumstances changed that. During Christmas after a long illness her mother passed away. She didn't remember her father. He had abandoned her when she was an infant. In this time of sorrow none was as sympathetic to her as Phillip.

He wasn't a bad human being but she never enjoyed sex with him. In three years of marriage she bore him 2 children. It was a loveless existence. Then, like a bull in heat, Stephen had come charging into her life. He'd rented the apartment next to theirs and while Phillip was at the office and the children at school they would meet up, in bed. Stephen showed to her what a worthy cock could do to a woman. Before long she had decided she couldn't live without him.

When he moved to Holland she moved with him. But, he had vanished hours after arriving in Amsterdam leaving her in the care of Brutus, the king of the Red Light. No woman had ever escaped his clutches.

Time had flown. 6 years like water under the bridge. She had made friends in the underworld and was pretty happy with her bank balance.

The door opened and shook Linda back to the present.

"How much?" asked a frowzy old man, peeping in.

"Sixty for an hour. Twenty extra for a B-Job," she told him.

"What if I wanted only the B-Job?" he asked again.

"Didn't you hear me? Twenty for a B-Job," she replied arrogantly.

Nervously he handed her eighty guilders and she let him in. She put away the money in her locker and turned to him without interest. He eyed her but she wasn't interested in her clients' face. She began to closely examine his penis.

"Wash up," she ordered. He did as told before lying down on the couch that resembled a hospital bed.

She sucked him for a while and when she thought he was about to come allowed him to climb on her.

"Oh Margaret you're still the same," he moaned.

She tried to stop him but it was too late and he came in spurts.

No one had called her Margaret for a long time. She'd changed her name sixteen times in the last six years and was being called Linda for three and a half months. There couldn't be another man who'd call her that but Phillip!

"Why didn't you tell me before," she protested.

"If I did I wouldn't have enjoyed myself as much," he said getting into his trousers.

"Damn it," she grunted.

Linda had never been so embarrassed since turning professional.

She hated him for reminding her that she was once a protected housewife.

"Why did you have to do this to me Phillip?" she cried.

"Ever since you left me I never cared for women. I lived the life of a recluse till I came here on holiday. Of all the women out here I wasn't attracted to any. But I never could resist you."

"How about staying the night," she offered.

"I can't afford it," he said.

"What if I didn't charge?"

"That would be an obligation. It's time for you to make money."

"I feeling guilty, having charged you at all. You must take back the money," she said.

"Keep it. It's yours now."

"Not from you Phillip."

"Why?"

"Because you're not just anybody."

"Of course I am. I couldn't mean a thing to you after all these years."

"You still love me, don't you?"

"I love you for what you were when we first met."

"Let me return the money for old times sake."

"You owe me nothing. I paid for your services and you've given me more pleasure than you ever did while living in my home."

She was quiet. She could say nothing to that.

He continued. "I respect your profession. There's much truth in it. You pay for what you get and there are no great expectations."

She looked away, embarrassed.

"I must go now," he said rising.

"Will we meet again?" she asked

"No, not in the near future."

"When do you return to London?" she asked.

"I don't live in London any more," he said.

"What about the house?"

"I sold it."

"And the kids?"

"They bought it."

"That's ridiculous. You sold your house to your own kids."

"That's life my dear. They paid to screw me like I've paid to screw you."