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CATHLEEN. Diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s.

Date: 11/19/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: mib14, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

CATHLEEN. Diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s. PART 2 My extra work on Friday evenings had never interfered with my job at the factory. The factory work was quite simple and since I had finished my secondary schooling, I was put in the office doing invoices, shipping notes, bank stuff, etc…I was one of ten clerks doing pretty well the same thing and we were supervised by an office manager who was an Irish girl like me but around 50 years old. She was about my height, a bony face with short black hair, a modest bust and wide hips. Most people would call her plain looking but on the other hand, she was very efficient and rather pleasant with everyone which is what you want in an office. She was probably unmarried but no one knew for sure. One day my extra work caught up with me. Colleen -- that was her name -- called me up to her office. That was rather unusual unless you had done something really bad or really good. The other clerks, mainly women, glanced at me as I walked by their desk and I heard some laughter. I didn’t know what to expect. I walked into her office and shut the door. She told me to pull down the door blind (the window one was already down). I sat with my hands folded on my lap and she continued to read what she pretended was a report about me but I knew it was a budget, since I had typed it that morning. “Someone saw you at the Midtown Hotel on Friday night, actually late Friday night”, said Colleen in a monotone voice without looking at me. “With a ... man”, she added as she lifted her face to stare at me with her dark eyes “Yes..that’s Harry”, I answered calmly “Is Harry your boyfriend or your pimp or your customer ?”, she asked, emphasizing each word. “He is neither…he’s my driver sometimes and in this case my e****t”, I answered “Please answer my question truthfully… Are you a hooker ?”, asked Colleen blushing “Yes but…”, I began “I don’t want an excuse or a history…So you are a…a…a hooker, a prostitute”, she stammered “Lesbian”, I blurted Colleen looked at me with huge eyes, swallowed hard a few times. “What do you mean…Lesbian ?”, she managed to ask “I mean I am a lesbian hooker”, I simply said, watching her face turn white, then red. “You mean that you have sex with other women for money”, she said slowly “That’s correct. Now if you want to fire me….”, I began “Nobody…nobody…knows except me and a vice-president of the factory ”, she whispered, her tone of voice softening suddenly. “I was told by him that he had seen you with that man who is known to hang out with the mob and who often handles prostitutes”, she began “I will tell him, since he was worried about this situation, that this person is a distant relative of yours…and that you sometimes help him with his writing or, or, his budgets”, she said as she combed her short hair with her fingers. “I thank you very much, I am so….”, I began “You will have a chance to repay me”, she said looking at me eye to eye and giving me a big smile She wrote down an address, and ...